5. The Local Black and Red
Sitting in your room Drinking your perfume Wondering which day of the week I'll die on
Now I'm lying in your bed Unscrewing your head Trying to figure out whats wrong inside so you don't hate yourself tonight
So now you fell asleep Inside a tambourine Next to your broken headphones and your high school yearbook I wrote on the final page: "I wish I could've stayed around to watch the last band play." Hey Hey Hey I heard they just broke up yesterday.
Frequenting the local black and red And how that band played you really had to stare You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking ___________________________________
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