Sitting in your room,
Drinking your perfume,
Wondering which day of the week
Ill die on now,
Im lying on your bed,
Unscrewing your head,
Trying to figure out
Whats wrong, inside,
So you dont hate yourself tonight, yeah
So now you fall asleep,
Inside a tambourine,
Next to broken headphones
& your high school yearbook
I wrote on the final page,
Wish I couldve stayed around
to watch the last band play, hey hey hey,
I heard they just broke up yesterday..
Frequenting the local black & red,
& how that band played
you really had to stare,
youd hardly be aware
that you were blinking,
youd hardly be aware
that you were blinking yeah....
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