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