The Local Black And Red کے بول

Sitting in your room Drinking your perfume Wondering which day of the week I'll die on Now I'm lying in your bed Unscrewing your head Trying to figure out what's wrong inside So you don't hate yourself tonight, yeah So now you fall asleep Inside a tambourine Next to broken headphones and your high school yearbook I wrote on the final page: "Wish I could've stayed around to watch the last band play." Hey, hey, hey I heard they just broke up yesterday Frequenting the local black and red And how that band played you really had to stare You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah Frequenting the local black and red And how that band played you really had to stare You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking You'd hardly be aware that you were blinking, yeah