Shake the graves

Well don't say good night
Cause it's not your right
To take this away from me
When i'm afraid you'll leave
One night

And pretty girls
Can shake the graves
Of sad boys past
And they'll twist and moan in hopes
Of sending those sad boys home
All alone

Well please
Don't speak it of me
To your family
When i'm gone
I like them to think of me
As a martyred me
And sing the eulogy

And pretty girls
Can shake the graves
Of sad boys past
And they'll twist and moan in hopes
Of sending those sad boys home
All alone

You could have said something
If you figured it out
You could have kept your mouth closed
But nobody knows how