You're chandelier of paper planes,

Still hanged on the ceiling,

With my broken heart on its chains,

To be honest I don't know if I'm still living.

Remember when we're on the lake,

Watching the sun go down,

You wish you're funeral have no roses or snake,

But to have cigarettes and a golden crown.

I never thought the day would come,

Where I light a smoke in your coffin,

Cause you're hit by a truck or some,

That day my life is ruined.

Cold body inside the glass,

You're still bright like sparks fly,

Cheerful smile no longer there as I pass,

Black clothes are starting to reply.

Wish I could go back,

To our good old days,

If I can just cheat life and hack,

I will watch us on the hays.