virgin suicide

Adjust the crown that's on my head,
the music plays as we lay in the wet field but it slowly fades,
I know you're leaving as my eyes are closing
it's nothing that i've never guessed,
no act that i've never seen.
See my dress doesn't look half as good in the daylight,
i'm waking up, you're packing light.
And this will make me burn all my records,
on the rainy day after the storm,
this will make me burn all my records, all my records
all those wrong lines, all those wrong chords.