The chords we play, 
ways left [bad word] 
these roads are paved with plans we've made
And your headboards never felt so safe
well they'll reach our graves 
where your friends and i will kill the lights and hide, 
oh what a nice suprise 

dont Dont tell me when [bad word] (no)
dont, dont i just want to see if for myself 
dont breathe, dont make a sound
cause the song wont stop till the [bad word] out
when melody has nothing to hold,
I'll be the last sound that you hear 
as your eyes close 

And these chords remain
We'll use them to exploit the friends 
we've since forgot those friends we've lost 
you All know just who you are
cause ive since made graves 
but im too scared to etch the names
For fear that im the one whos changed
 [bad word] </i>

The thought of death it scares me to death and i dont know why,
I dont know its just too much to never wake up
 [bad word] </i>