מישהו אמר בוסר?

Get up
Remove the closet from the floor
I was buried in
You wouldn't come back after this
And I'm a widow now I'm yearning
I've always been one of the doors-slammers

No you wouldn't come back after this
No you wouldn't come back after this

Running into the walls and my eyes are not
My eyes don't
And this is what we wished for so you can paint me flowers
To be the background of your nails
Peel my pulses of the chair

You've asked for sad song
Now that's a sad song