Said you went out walking With the boys no good We wrote the songs About the gardenias in your neighborhood Floral notes struck to hang tough Yesterday can't come soon enough There's nothing we deserve more than Withering from the days of lives Lived out lies on the tips of knives Outside of outsiders Lasting reminders, keepers and finders Broken or beaten (Broken, beaten) Forgetting is freedom Midnight standards to a twilight destination Salvation songs on the radio station Tragic truth and magic youth alone Are all that's left to bring us home ... You know where you can find us Sleeping for past loves in the years behind us Left lost inside, tossed aside Washed away with the rain At home in our rooms with the pain We never shared a fucking thing Wasted away in the song they sing Tell the kids they can fuck themselves Say it yourself, "See you in hell"