(we are)
this is the soundtrack to saying good-bye
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 pretty kids with the tired tired eyes
sitting out parties to be with your headphones
reciting you last words and writing you last notes
this is the soundtrack to saying good-bye
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 good-byes - or anything
i slept right though the yesterdays
cause everybody was in my way
this is the sound track to saying good-bye
we are dropping coins into dead pay phones to hear the sound of our voice
just to know we're alone
and it's beyond me why people couldn't see we are the true meaning of beauty
humming "love"
with stitches 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 good-byes - or anything we slept right though the yesterdays cause everybody was in our way
good-bye my loves you can have my heart this is volume three of our tragedy