This spring day of 1990
eyes meeting and breaking the innocence
in these teen days, end floated in the air
pills in her pocket, sound like a sweet escape
Push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
This spring day, when love turned into hate
breaths mixing, goodbye to ignorance
pills in her pocket, are the only escape
Push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
push me in the well, and I'll fall under your spell
wring my neck, and I'll swear to be your wreck
This last day...
lovelorn 'til the end