I've spent the past few months trying to comprehend how a guy like me could do this and not even tell his friends, I let this thing play on my mind for weeks and days and made excuses for the choices that you made.
I met you once or twice in the basement at the shows, I didn't know a thing about you man, or why you had to go when you had so many friends, and people all around, I know it don't mean shit when you're feeling that down.
In the song they play, for all of us, this chorus, will finally come to an end And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind, you're out of sight, but not out of mind.
I know they'll carry it until their dying day, how they should've seen it coming, a tragic teenage waste. I let this thing play on my mind for months and weeks and tried to understand just why you had to leave.
In the song they play, for all of us, this chorus, will finally come to an end And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind, you're out of sight, but not out of mind
I'll never make another joke at my expense about the empathy I'll never have in this fucking present tense. there's a feeling of exhaustion when so many others tried, yet not a simple explanation of what's on the other side.
You know that i met you once or twice in the basement at the shows, I didn't know a thing about you man, or why you had to go. They've got so many things, but they can't help breaking down, you know it doesn't mean shit when you're not around.
In the song they play, for all of us, this chorus, will finally come to an end And it's permanent, just like what you leave behind, you're out of sight, but not out of mind