This is the soundtrack    To saying goodbye    We are making out    With desperate days    So turn the volume up high    (You love it)    God bless repeat - play nights    Heartbreaks and fights    And all the pretty kids    With the tired tired eyes    Sitting out parties    To be with your headphones    Reciting your last words    And writing your last notes    This is the soundtrack    To saying goodbye    For feeling cold like December    In the middle of July (so fuck it)    We are dead flowers    And pocket change - me    Forcing smiles - so tragic baby    We are the depressed    Future heartbreakers    And this is how we sound    Sometimes I just want to fade away    With no goodbyes - or anything    I slept right through the yesterdays    'Cause everybody was in my way    This is the soundtrack    To saying goodbye    We are dropping coins    Into dead payphones    To hear the sound of our voice    Just to know we're alone    And it's beyond me    Why people couldn't see    We were the true meaning of beauty    Hhumming "love"    With stiches in our hands    So young, I broke a wall with my hand    That broke a heart with a pen    So young, I was singing    "Love" in my head    And if you know what I know    Then you know that love is dead    We were born just to fade away    With no goodbyes - or anything    We slept right through the yesterdays    'Cause everybody was in our way    Goodbye my loves    You can have my heart    This is volume three of our tragedy