The Local Black And Red

Sitting in your room drinking your perfume

Wondering which day of the week

I'll die on now

I'm lying on 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 yeah