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