Famous Prophets (stars) Lyrics - Car Seat Headrest

Apologies to future mes and yous 

But I can't help feeling like we're through 

The ripping of the tape hurts my ears 

In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do 

Twin bruises on my shins 

From where I kicked the back of the seat in 

They meant what I went through for you 

But now they're fading, now they're gone 

These teenage hands will never touch yours again 

But I remember you 

You had a body 

You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera 

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Did I fail? Did I fall? 

(In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?) 

Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart? 

(Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?) 

Or is this the start of the great silence? 

(From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?) 

Is this the start of every day? 

(Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?) 

I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck 

Like the people I know who are nervous wrecks 

Though I'm not gonna name names 

Yours was an exception 

Did the sound just stop? 

At the end of every day 

There'll be nothing left to say 

There'll be no backstage pass 

Photos 

We gotta go back 

We gotta go back 

We gotta go back 

We gotta go back 

We gotta go back 

(We've gotta go back) 

We gotta go back 

(We've gotta go back) 

We gotta go back 

(We've gotta go back) 

We gotta go back 

(We've gotta go back) 

We've gotta go back 

We've gotta go back 

We've gotta go back 

We've gotta go back 

Don't get too impressed 

You might lose your breath 

Don't predict your death 

'Cause I like you the best 

Don't you fall apart 

You might lose my heart 

You know I love your art 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

The ocean washed over your grave 

The ocean washed open your grave 

So descend into cliche 

If you've found your holy grail 

I could fill back in that grave 

I could hammer in that nail 

I could give you what you want 

I could give you what you deserve 

I could sing another song 

I could watch that hammer swerve 

And when the mirror breaks 

I wouldn't miss it for the world 

Call it blackstar, call it painstar 

The same thing happens when you touch it 

Did they tell you, did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you? 

Let me tell you what happens when you touch it, let me, let me, let me, let- 

Let me 

Let me in 

So descend into cliché 

If the music has forsaken you 

Roll the stone over the grave 

I never liked that one anyways 

Or stare into the face 

Of whatever it is that's facing you 

And if the levee breaks 

You'll find out what it is that's replacing you 

And when the mirror breaks 

I wouldn't miss it for the world 

Call it blackstar, call it painstar 

The same thing happens when you touch it 

Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? 

Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? 

Did they tell you 

Did they tell me 

What happened to you?