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 
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 
Hhumming "love" 
With stiches 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