This is the soundtrack

To saying goodbye

We are making out

With desperate days

So turn the volume up high

(You love it)

God bless repeat - play nights

Heartbreaks and fights

And all the pretty kids

With the tired tired eyes

Sitting out parties

To be with your headphones

Reciting your last words

And writing your last notes

This is the soundtrack

To saying goodbye

For feeling cold like December

In the middle of July (so fuck it)

We are dead flowers

And pocket change - me

Forcing smiles - so tragic baby

We are the depressed

Future heartbreakers

And this is how we sound

Sometimes I just want to fade away

With no goodbyes - or anything

I slept right through the yesterdays

'Cause everybody was in my way

This is the soundtrack

To saying goodbye

We are dropping coins

Into dead payphones

To hear the sound of our voice

Just to know we're alone

And it's beyond me

Why people couldn't see

We were the true meaning of beauty

Hhumming "love"

With stiches in our hands

So young, I broke a wall with my hand

That broke a heart with a pen

So young, I was singing

"Love" in my head

And if you know what I know

Then you know that love is dead

We were born just to fade away

With no goodbyes - or anything

We slept right through the yesterdays

'Cause everybody was in our way

Goodbye my loves

You can have my heart

This is volume three of our tragedy