I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards 

Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites 

Stop! My routine runs cold machine guns it feels like poison to virgin tongues so try stop and die fiber

Optics tie us alive 

So adios sayonara prizefighter! You're no champion youre a casualty 

Turn yourself in youre trained chagrin its a sad charade 

In your disappointment I caught you smiling 

Bright shades of white nothing else reminds you of life nothing else inspires you to try 

It was candles on the dresser 

It was what you loved the most 

It was flashes in your mirror and you thought you saw a ghost 

And I hope this feels better and I hope that you stay true 

Seldom kissing 

Only wishing 

This is what I thought Id have to do