Good People Die (Or Go To Canada)


Good people die
Bad people become your neighbors

I tied your untied shoes
And I want you to do me a favor

Don't leave me here to rot
My mom taught me not to talk to strangers

I don't know why
I feel sick when I look at the sky

I don't know why
I can't take my mind away from the smile

I don't know why
All the good people die or go to Canada

...

We reach for you, you are too far
We miss the snow flake we miss the dented car

You've packed your life now
In a suitcase
And you won't return my calls

The city has lost a pretty face
The night skies lost a shiny star

I don't know why
I feel sick when I look at the sky

I don't know why
I can't take my mind away from the smile

I don't know why
All the good people die or go to Canada

...

I wanna hijack the plane
And crash into any building on the way

Because life means really nothing without friends




Thanks to Mehdi who I've never met for the song