The Scene Is Dead; Long Live The Scene the city lites are dimming
and giving into the sun
i’m remembering sleeping
and admitting that you’ve won

the thoughts are flooding
and the drive home never felt so long
she’s forgetting amazing
and admitting that i’m so fucking flawed

the sun is waiting
with the worst of intentions
to bury you again
and
just forget the shaking
the blood in her veins
never moved for you

last nite tasted like forever
and now it’s giving into the sun
you know that i fucking hate this
and admitting we’re so wrong

last chance, at least I tried it
and she’s sure i didn’t even
i’m so low on the coming nostalgia
and we’ll never quite be here again

the sun is waiting
with the worst of intentions
to bury you again
and
just forget the shaking
the blood in her veins
never moved for you

i don’t regret this
but i’d take it back in a second
just for one more try
and don’t you dare expect this
to have been a temporary fix
for all the hurt inside

the sun is waiting
with the worst of intentions
to bury you again
and
just forget the shaking
the blood in her veins
never moved for you