• I’m vaguely sure, I can still see you
    But, I’m not assured you can still see me.
    I can still feel your warmth on my skin
    And I feel the breeze of dying breath.
    And in faith and silence, I’d hate to admit,
    That I’d rather die than find you forget.
    I cannot leave you, so damp, so cold.
    No hugs, no kiss, no form to hold.
    I find my days spent reading the writing on the walls.
    I pay no mind to the words scrolled, but I try to look behind
    The penmanship that binds me to a contract of unjust solace.
    Maybe, I can burn away, so I can rise in the smoke and fly.

    Chorus:
    I want to die.
    (In your arms tonight.)
    Steal last breaths.
    (With embraces so tight.)
    Hide the scars.
    (Your words are still there.)
    Forget the past.
    (But pretend your still there.)

    I don’t care how long my heart lies silent
    Just as long as I could hear your heart sing.
    And yet again, I’ve been proven wrong.
    So should I still drop everything
    And come to you with open arms
    When I see your faithless scars?
    I don’t exactly remember how my days are spent
    Anymore, but I knows its worth every cent.
    You’re my Hayley Williams; I’m your only the exception
    Except for neurotic nihilism and minor sexual frustrations.
    And again I think my serial killer thoughts and float away.
    If I behave, I may lay next to you beyond the gates.

    Chorus:
    I want to die.
    (In your arms tonight.)
    Steal last breaths.
    (With embraces so tight.)
    Hide the scars.
    (Your words are still there.)
    Forget the past.
    (But pretend your still there.)

    Bridge:
    Hold you so tight I’ll break you in two.
    But it’s okay, were stuck like glue
    And what happens to you happens to me too.
    Hold you so tight I’ll break you in two.
    But it’s okay, were stuck like glue
    And what happens to me, I’ll inflict on you.

    I’m sick of feeling sorry for myself,
    But some one needs to feel that way.

    Chorus:
    I want to die.
    (In your arms tonight.)
    Steal last breaths.
    (With embraces so tight.)
    Hide the scars.
    (Your words are still there.)
    Forget the past.
    (But pretend your still there.)

    I’m vaguely sure, I can still see you
    But, I’m not assured you can still see me.
    And in faith and silence, I’d hate to admit,
    That I’d rather die than find you forget.