Silencer

Jesus Christ, where are we

When we're writing off each other privately?

You could say something wrong

you would only fuck me up until the dawn.

You call me upstairs,

I try to prepare

'cause I know the only note this night can end on's a bad one

and I know you're so aware.

You're dressed all in black

exposing your back

staring out from underneath the bangs that cover your eyes that only criticize

but in the most beautiful way.

So I wrote you a song

about how we don't seem to get along.

And I wait for the day,

when you tell me you had done just the same.

You call me upstairs,

I try to prepare

'cause I know the only note this night can end on's a bad one

and I know you're so aware.

You're dressed all in black

exposing your back

staring out from underneath the bangs that cover your eyes that only criticize

but in the most beautiful way.

In the rush of the night

your debauchery it turns into spite.

And in the back of the cab

you look at me as if I'd understand.

You call me upstairs,

I try to prepare

'cause I know the only note this night can end on's a bad one

and I know you're so aware.

You're dressed all in black

exposing your back

staring out from underneath the bangs that cover your eyes that only criticize

but in the most beautiful way.