Front Row Seats to the End of the World - Funeral For A Friend

You never feel it until it’s too late,

You never see it coming,

It hurts my head when you tell me that everything’s alright

I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride

Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight

You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation

It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind

Open your eyes and look outside

It’s gonna fuck you up and leave an empty shell

Dressing better is a bigger tell

Your best lipstick for annihilation

I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride

Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight

You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation

It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind

Keep on closing, closing your eyes

Keep on closing, closing your eyes

Keep on closing, closing your eyes

Keep on closing, closing your eyes

I’ve tried to write something meaningful but I feel I’ve lost my stride

Can’t think of anything witty or flattering tonight

You lie to me and I’m getting bored of this stupid conversation

It’s no fucking interrogation so quit while you’re behind

I write some words on a scrap of paper

Tied it tightly round my little finger

Can’t think of anything that would make it worth the fight

Falling slowly with the little numbers

Every time I feel like hating someone

Can’t think of anyone that would make it worth the fight