Graveyard

Prom Queen's pulling up like she never fucking saw it
 Gun up to her head, c'mon, baby, make a promise
 Loser's pulling up, with a gun inside his pocket
 Asshole's gonna act like they never fucking caused it
 Parents pulling up to the crime scene now
 And I'm screaming, "Mommy, please don't let him take me down!"
 But loser's pulling up, with a gun inside his pocket
 Asshole's gonna act like they never fucking caused it
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 The last thing she said was, "I am so sorry"
 But c'mon, sweetheart, don't give me apologies
 Where is my mom? This can't be my mom
 Where is my dad? This can't be my dad
 It's dark around here, real dark around here
 I've heard that song here like ten times before
 I've realised it now that I was the darkness
 Realised it now that you were the light
 It's dark around here, real dark around here
 I've heard that song here like ten times before
 I've realised it now that I was the darkness
 Realised it now that you were the light
 But I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where, I hang out where
 The last thing she said was, "I am so sorry"
 But c'mon, sweetheart, don't give me apologies
 Where is my mom? This can't be my mom
 Where is my dad? This can't be my dad
 It's dark around here, real dark around here
 I've heard that song here like ten times before
 I've realised it now that I was the darkness
 Realised it now that you were the light
 It's dark around here, real dark around here
 I've heard
 I've realised it now that I was the darkness
 I realised it now that you were the light
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where, I hang out where
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where I belong, in the darkness
 I hang out where I belong, in the graveyard
 I hang out where, I hang out where
 Oh no
 It may be that the ghosts will wash us down
 It may be we shall touch the happy isles and see the great Achilles, whom we knew
 Though much is taken, much abides
 And though we are not near that strength, which in old days moved Earth and Heaven
 That which we are, we are
 When equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate
 But strong in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield