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