Graves

Pick your grave, and keep faith
 Maybe one of these days we'll find out
 Lowercase a bitter face
 There's only so much to say and we're stalling now
 Stand straight, take aim
 So you'll eventually break and tomorrow's today
 Your hand is at bay
 With all your flattering hate you'll have us falling down
 Our rounds go on and on
 We're fighting for another one on one
 Avoiding decay, oh what a precious display
 Forget me not when nothing has changed
 And it's a little insane
 You rose to catch a bouquet like it was back in the day,
 Forgetting that
 Our rounds go on and on
 We're fighting for another one on one
 It's getting old
 It got better when your mood was up
 Your thoughts come down to help mute
 The deafening sound
 Do you hear me now
 So go find a way to do this on your own
 So go lie awake debating was it
 Worth letting go all the highs
 And the lows you'll never know
 Can you hear me now?
 Our rounds go on and on
 We're fighting for another one on one
 It's getting old
 It got better when your mood was up
 Your thoughts come down to help mute
 The deafening sound
 Do you hear me now