Inside the golden days of missing you   with the people of Cleveland   who've suffered for so many years   The shattered glass cussed   and when it broke it spoke to us   It said "Hey...I know you...what's your name?"      I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the bar   cause I can't stand to look at my face   when I don't know where you are   Then the feeling fades away   but you sort of wish it would of stayed   inside...the golden days of missing you      What if life is just some hard equation   on a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts   You can live again   but you'll have to die twice in the end   in the end we'll meet again