Let's take it back to the start
We can call it November 16th if you want to
I think I've seen this one before
The hero dies but the ending's fantastic
He coughs up his lungs and they're made of static
The sun comes up, he dies
Roll credits
Imagine a life of this
Exclusively the boring parts of conversations
Where the period starts, begins, and trails off
Like it's got somewhere to go
It's not my home
It's just a fucking building
Never really had a chance to be part of it
It's just a total fucking waste to even say that I lived there
On and on and on and on
I think I'm getting tired of this conversation
Where the period starts, begins, and trails off
It's gone exactly where I've been
On and on and on and on
I think I'm getting tired of this conversation
When the period starts, begins, and trails off
It's gotta go
If mirror facing mirror won't face anything at all
Well I guess that puts me somewhere in the middle
Could you put your hands around my throat
And tell me you still care
I won't dare to tell any of your friends
As if you'd ever let me
On and on and on and on
I think I'm getting tired of this conversation
Where the period starts, begins, and trails off
It's gone exactly where I've been
On and on and on and on
I think I'm getting tired of this conversation
Where the period starts, begins, and trails off
I've gotta go


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