said you went out walking with the boys no good
we wrote the songs about the gardenias in your neighborhood
floral notes and struck to hang tough
yesterday can't come soon enough
there's nothing we deserve more than...
withering from the days of lives
lived out lies on the tips of knives
outside of outsiders
the lasting reminders
of keepers and finders
broken or beaten
forgetting is freedom
midnight standards to a twilight destination
salvation songs on the radio station
tragic truth and magic youth alone
are all that's left to bring us home
you know where you can find us
sleeping for past loves in the years behind us
left lost inside and tossed aside, washed away with the rain
at home in our rooms alone with the pain
we never shared a fucking thing!
wasted away in the songs they sing
tell the kids they can fuck themselves
say it yourself "see you in hell"
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