Would you love me if I was gone? Then come along. Take them down.. All those pictures, give me strangers. All those people, they remind me of connections that I can't keep. When the mystery repeats itself, it's no fun. When the mystery repeats itself, it's no fun And I can't hurt anyone. Would you like me if I was young? Would you kiss me if I was wrong? Would you love me if I was gone? Then come along. Take them off.. All your clothes and all your questions. I'm exhausted. You remind me of a feeling that I can't shake. When the mystery repeats itself, it's no fun. When the mystery repeats itself, it's no fun. Go! Would you like me if I was young? Would you fuck me if I was strong? Would you love me if I was gone? Then come along. Come along. Take them down. Take him down. Tell your friends.. That someone else needs saving. Tell your friends.. Go out and cope. Tell your friends.. Tell them that I am leaving. Tell your friends.. Tell them what I've become. Would you like me if I was young? Would you hold me if I was wrong? Would you love me if I was gone? Then come along.