Sorry seymour You are dead You lost the thing inside yr head You don't believe in loving You dont believe in nothing Seymour seymour Seymour What you were making is magical Now you don't believe in nothing She was naked seymore She was making you melt Seymour pull the covers over yr head Playing frankie cause yr dead Pull the covers over yr head I know i know it's all wrong I know i know It's not what it used to be Seymour says "i like you but i don't mean to fuck you, i love you. Fuck you, i love you." What you were making is magical Now you don't believe in nothing She was naked seymour She was making you melt