He Mostly Kept to Himself

All the noise in my head
Must have raised the un-dead
Because they're gathering 'round
It's a god-awful sound
When they turn me into
One of them there's nothing I can do
I know I told you I won't bite
Well, I lied

It may seem like the end
When you're after your friends
And the shame that you feel
When you're hot on their heels
Could have died where I stood
Now I'm feeling better than I should
When the vital signs are gone
You belong

You belong in another song
Hearts begin to pound when they hear that sound
You belong in another song, oh no



Credits
Writer(s): Shape Of The Sun
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