Valentine's Day Massacre (feat. Imogen Heap)

It was more than the blues, you slaughtered Valentine's Day

Why don't you send your pretty flowers to my grave?

Cause it was more than the blues, 'cause this is February

And high upon the roof I hear the rain

Tell me why is it necessary for

These winter months to make my bones so sore

Tell me why is it necessary for me

I got to feel the pain from the year before

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away

Why don't you ask her of the massacre?

I'm sure her face will tell it all

Did you see my face on her picture wall when you were there?

And after there was laughter and her friends all threw a ball

While I cried all night in the bathroom stall

Now the chocolates melted wet

I saw Ms. Candy Heart with Mr. Cigarette

While the band played vulgar symphonettes

That's when I tried to steal your heart again

But you looked just like the Jezebel

Flushed pink and red and you were drunk as hell

Well, St. Valentines ring the holy bell

It looks like cupid's arrow fell

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away

Some things take some time but I can't lag behind

There's only fourteen days this month and then a day

But when spring comes, I never want to go out in the sun

Then I get the shakes around Labor Day

Some things take some time you know

Some things take some time you know

Some things take some time you know

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away

It was a massacre on Valentine's Day

Those blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away