Imogen Heap: Valentine's day massacre

It was more than the blues, you slaughtered Valentine's DayWhy don't you send your pretty flowers to my grave?Cause it was more than the blues, because this is FebruaryAnd high up on the roof I hear the rainTell me why is it necessary for these winter monthsTo make my bones soreTell me why is it necessary for meI got to feel the pain from the year beforeIt was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go awayIt was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go awayWhy don't you ask her of the massacare?I'm sure her face will tell it all.Did you see my face on her picture wall when you were there?And after there was laughter and her friends all threw a ballWhile I cried all night in the bathroom stallNow the chocolates melted wetI saw Ms. Candy Heart with Mr. CigaretteWhile the band played vulgar symphonettesThat's when I tried to steal your heart againBut you looked just like the JezebelFlush pink and red and you were drunk as hell.Well, St. Valentine's ring the holyIt looks like cupid's arrow fell.It was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go awayIt was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go awaySomething's take some time but I can't lag behindThere's only fourteen days this month and then a dayBut when spring comes, I never want to go out in the sunThen I get the shakes around Labor DaySomething's take some time you knowSomething's take some time you knowSomething's take some time you knowIt was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go awayIt was a massacare on Valentine's DayThose blues wouldn't go away; those blues wouldn't go away