I'm staring at my dead friends' Facebook page
And remembering when I made fun of him
I shouldn't have made fun of him
And I can still write on your wall
But if you'll see it, I don't know
Are you an angel up above?
Or something far worse down below?

Do you know what it's like
To be gone, out of sight?
Do you know what it's like
To be gone, out of sight?

I've got a picture of you in my pocket
And deep scar tissue in my eye sockets
I play these games 'cause they seem fun at first
But now, I'm in a closet
With some girl I hardly know
Your breath is warm, step off my toes
And now I'm scared and nervous, anxious, freezing
I guess I'm going home

Do you know what it's like
To be gone, out of sight?
Do you know what it's like
To be gone, out of sight?

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