The local black and red

Sitting in your room, Drinking your perfume, Wondering which day of the week I'll die on now, I'm lying on your bed, Unscrewing your head, Trying to figure out What's wrong, inside, So you don't hate yourself tonight, yeah So now you fall asleep, Inside a tambourine, Next to broken headphones & your high school yearbook I wrote on the final page, Wish I could've stayed around to watch the last band play, hey hey hey, I heard they just broke up yesterday..