The Last Kiss

Just like cellophane, you try to cling so tight to me
your attempt's in vain, you've less sincerity than the plastic,
Paper in the rain, the print appears so bright to me
the words remain, I hold it to the light I see right through

So eager to say, "Hello" but, you don't know me
you just, know what you see,
Pay the price to see the show but, you don't own me
before you knew, would you have felt the same?

Just when I'm inspired, you take the drive right out of me
even when I'm tired, you push me to perform for your amusement,
Like raging fire, you burn what's left inside of me
to fullfill your desire, I'd give you light till I burned out

So eager to say, "Hello" but, you don't know me
you just, know what you see,
Pay the price to see the show but, you don't own me
before you knew, would you have felt the same?, go

Just when you start to smile, I look into your eyes and see
your veiled denial, to express any real emotion,
Wait around a while, you'll lose what you once had for me
I'll be out of style, I'll be discarded with the warmth you once feigned

So eager to say, "Hello" but, you don't know me
you just, know what you see,
Pay the price to see the show but, you don't own me
before you knew, would you have felt the same?

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'VERY PROUD OF YA' FOOT NOTES:
Vocals: Davey Havok
Drums: Adam Carson
Guitar: Markus Stopholese
Bass: Geoff Kresge