carbon copy aftertaste    the taste of lips so delicate    stop the click and watch the room    sitting pretty in full bloom       your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill (x2)      hold your breath this is the part    that i've been waiting for    words spill out in front of you    on your bedroom floor       your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill (x2)      i sat beneath the burning tree    i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)    i sat beneath the burning tree    i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)       i never gave my world away    maybe i should maybe i could?    i never gave my world away    maybe i could, maybe i would?       i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)    i sat beneath the burning tree    i never gave my world away (maybe i should, maybe i could)    i sat beneath the burning tree    the burning tree    the burning tree