Straight up      Just take a look around, look what you're leaving behind   Get rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alive   Fold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it out   Not with your suicide, but with a dream   We'll all sing   We'll all hail the end      High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember..   That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape   They're just reminders of what we waste      And all this talk of dying...take a look around   We all feel, like dying, sometimes   But the, courage to go on, to keep living   Is the more admirable choice      High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember   That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape   They're just reminders of what we waste   All all is talk of dying, is..just getting old...      Straight up      We are here   To give you, the chance   To turn your, broken hearts   Into smiles again