The Perfect Mistake (NYC)

Someone Phone The Paramedics

The Perfect Mistake (NYC)


And sweetheart 
I'm lying with a punctured chest 
The wounded would have bled to death 
Cuz the ambulance had failed to make it 
Faster 
To aide the scene that sealed their fate 
The pavements soaked in red 
Lined with things she knew she should have said 
Someone phone the paramedics 
This girls heart has been put to rest 
Pump her full of chemicals or pull out the electric pads 
Give her shots of medicine 
Do everything you can 
To save her life 
She's barely breathing 
This girl's in love, her case is bad 
And stranger 
This accident's a total mess 
With excuses overdone 
Uncertainties are gone 
The bystanders hold the last piece to this puzzle 
THIS HERE WAS NO CAR CRASH BUT FIRST DEGREE MURDER 
We're waiting for your answer 
For your confession