MAKiNG OUT WiTH DESPERATE DAYS

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, 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 coings 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. Humming "love" with stitches 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.