Sitting in your room,
Drinking your perfume,
Wondering which day of the week
I´ll die on now,
I´m lying on 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
& 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 & red,
& 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....