July Graves

(ahhhh) Spoke to the devil

He said I'd be gone by June

I asked him if you'd miss me He said,

'Oh, on she has

moved.' (hmmm)

Dead energy in my chest

Cold summer under my breath

Lost love, you left me behind

Now there's nothing left in my mind (yeah)

He told me I will die next summer

An empty frame, a quiet number

No tears left for me to cry

Just the cold truth under the sky

She has moved on...

(oh yeah, she moved on)