pat: i'm not feeling like the kid i used to be
with my long hair cut short
and my growing poignancy
you'll look back at all the memories you had
and think about how much i suck and how i treated you so bad

but i'm not him

if i could cut off all the veins between my heart to my head
i'd feel the same because in my brain i know i'm already dead
inside my lungs there's a voice telling me not to breathe
and i'm trying my best not to let it get to me
(it won't shut the [bad word] up and i can't stop listening)

theo: i've fallen way to far down
left with nostalgic memories of times when only half of you had let me down

shave your beard if that's how you're going to act
cause no one wants to kiss a face through such a hairy mask
your voice cracks are just what we needed
so just close your eyes and shout it like you mean it

pat: i'm not going back to the times
i left all my friends at blair mill
the way we felt when we were alive
with broken hearts
we held our scars high

theo: i've fallen back down years of progress have taken me back to the exact same place, the exact same empty town