Manchester Orchestra - Anne Louise lyrics

This leather's called a seatbelt Anne Louise You headed out of the window in the cooling summer breeze And in the air were all the things you claimed we need They seemed to be worth less than once I did believe And I swear to God that I'll avenge your d**h With the best lawyers of auto-politic And I'll spend whatever money's to be spent To try and revive your broken body again And the penny pinching funeral was sh** You're body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in And I hope to God that you'll remember me in heaven God I hope you don't remember that in heaven God I hope that they'll allow me into heaven Look what I've become (Hah-aaaah) Look what I've become (Hah-aaaah)