The Format - Wait, wait, wait

the chords we play,
ways left to communicate
these roads are paved with plans we've made
and your headboards never felt
so safe well they'll reach our graves
where your friends and
i will kill the lights and hide
oh what a nice suprise

dont dont tell me when its coming
no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
dont breathe
dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
till the tape runs out
when melody has nothing to hold
i'll be the last sound that you hear
as your eyes close

and these chords remain
we'll use them to exploit the
friends we've since forgot
those friends we've lost
you all know just who you are

cause ive since made graves
but im too scared to etch the names
for fear that im the one whos changed

dont dont tell me when its coming
no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
dont breathe
dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
till the tape runs out
when melody has nothing to hold
i'll be the last sound that you hear
as your eyes close

the thought of death
it scares me to death
and i dont know why
i dont know
its just too much to never wake up

dont dont tell me when its coming
no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
dont breathe
dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
till the tape runs out
when melody has nothing to hold
i'll be the last sound that you hear
as your eyes close

when melody has nothing to hold
i'll be the last sound that you hear
as your eyes close