Day I Die
I don't need you, I don't need you
Besides, I barely ever see you anymore
And when I do, it feels you're only halfway there
Young mothers love me, even ghosts of girlfriends call from Cleveland
They will meet me anytime and anywhere
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
Don't do this, I don't do this to you
Don't expect me to enjoy it
'Cause I really don't have the courage
Not to turn the volume up inside my ears
For years, I used to put my head inside the speakers
In the hallway when you get too high and talk forever
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I get a little punchy with the vodka, just like my great uncle Valentine Jester did
When he had to deal with those people like you, who made no goddamn common sense
I'd rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place
I'm exactly like you, Valentine, just come outside and leave with me
Let's just get high enough to see our problems
Let's just get high enough to see our fathers' houses
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
Besides, I barely ever see you anymore
And when I do, it feels you're only halfway there
Young mothers love me, even ghosts of girlfriends call from Cleveland
They will meet me anytime and anywhere
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
Don't do this, I don't do this to you
Don't expect me to enjoy it
'Cause I really don't have the courage
Not to turn the volume up inside my ears
For years, I used to put my head inside the speakers
In the hallway when you get too high and talk forever
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
I get a little punchy with the vodka, just like my great uncle Valentine Jester did
When he had to deal with those people like you, who made no goddamn common sense
I'd rather walk all the way home right now than to spend one more second in this place
I'm exactly like you, Valentine, just come outside and leave with me
Let's just get high enough to see our problems
Let's just get high enough to see our fathers' houses
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
The day I die, the day I die
Where will we be?
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce David Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner, Scott D. Devendorf, Bryan Oliver Devendorf
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