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Sitting in your room,
Drinking your perfume,
Wondering which day of the week
I'll die on now,
I'm lying on your bed,
Unscr*wing 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..
Chorus:
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....