The Ingalloids - Cellophane

Broken heart wrapped in cellophane
When the timing is right
You know I’ll feel the same

Then you come with the could’ves
With all my senses gone
Then again with the should’ves
With all my senses gone

Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are gone
And I’m not bleedin’

Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are home
And I’m not bleedin’ anymore

Broken heart wrapped in cellophane
When the timing is right
I know I’ll feel the pain

And you come with the cutoffs
With all my senses gone
And again with the shoot-offs
With all my senses gone
Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are gone
And I’m not bleedin’

Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are home
And I’m not bleedin’ anymore

(Instrumental)

Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are gone
And I’m not bleedin’

Here’s a toast to all my friends
All my friends are home
And I’m not bleedin’ anymore

Broken heart wrapped in cellophane
Broken heart wrapped in cellophane