Bring out your dead, make them a hashtag
The internet is the only one keeping track
And Trace woke up and bumped her head, smack
On the cold hard Mac
She spent the night within bed
But she doesn't see red
She just sees you


Now she's getting fond of that sore spot
Should be taking something for the pain but she's not
Because it's all she's got of you


The children do the Renegade
While the world goes up in flames
Trace has seen enough this year
Of everything and everywhere
But his place


The corner shop selling out of cough drops
Cops arrest a man for not covering his face
They crowded out the place
While Sue in broderie anglaise
gets in the employee's personal space

Her children do the Renegade
To dampen out her flames
Track has seen enough this year
Of everything and everyone but Trace

Mm-mm
And me?
Well, I'm just the narrator
They will see each other
He will get to date her
And both their hearts will mend
But I won't get to see him ever again