Sitting in your room
Drinking your perfume
Wondering which day of the week I'll die on
Now I'm lying in your bed
Unscrewing your head
Trying to figure out what's wrong inside
So you don't hate yourself tonight, yeah
So now you fall asleep
Inside a tambourine
Next to broken headphones and your high school yearbook
I wrote on the final page:
"Wish I could've stayed around to watch the last band play."
Hey, hey, hey
I heard they just broke up yesterday
Frequenting the local black and red
And how that band played you really had to stare
You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking
You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah
Frequenting the local black and red
And how that band played you really had to stare
You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking
You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah
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