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 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 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 tragedyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
