In your ghost it´s happening she calls c´mon c´mon in your hands so fragile she calls c´mon c´mon it´s not my fault that you felt asleep while you´re driving it´s not my fault that you shared when you should be individualist it´s not my fault it´s not my fault yet house-made wife she bought you flowers she crys c´mon c´mon such a pretty day oh not for me she dies hang on hang on c´mon it´s not my fault that you felt asleep while you´re driving it´s not my fault that you felt asleep when you should be at the vigil it´s not my fault it´s nor my fault yet down, down, down, down, down