The chords we play
Ways left to communicate
These roads are paved with plans we've made
And your headboard's never felt so safe
Well they'll reach our graves
Where your friends and I will kill the lights
And hide, oh, what a nice suprise
Don't, don't tell me when its coming, no
Don't, don't I just want to see if for myself
Don't breathe, don't make a sound
'Cause the song won't stop till the tape runs out
When melody has nothing to hold
I'll be the last sound that you hear
As your eyes close
And these chords remain
We'll use them to exploit the friends
We've since forgot, those friends we've lost
You all know just who you are
'Cause I've since made graves
But I'm too scared to etch the names
For fear that I'm the one who's changed
Don't, don't tell me when its coming, no
Don't, don't I just want to see if for myself
Don't breathe, don't make a sound
'Cause the song won't stop till the tape runs out
When melody has nothing to hold
I'll be the last sound that you hear
As your eyes close
The thought of death
It scares me to death
And I don't know why
I don't know
It's just too much to never wake up
Don't, don't tell me when its coming, no
Don't, don't I just want to see if for myself
Don't breathe, don't make a sound
'Cause the song won't stop till the tape runs out
When melody has nothing to hold
I'll be the last sound that you hear
As your eyes close
When melody has nothing to hold
I'll be the last sound that you hear
As your eyes close
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