This picture frame crashes to the ground, onto photographs spread across the floor
These ceiling tiles keep coming down This buildings got to fall

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows

The clock says time has come for me to walk out of my own grave
But my neighbors steal the silence off my shelves and give it out to everyone

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows

And I cant wait until this town burns straight down to the ground
Cause theres no more air left inside this room Its a furnace now, as were burning up
The clock strikes 10 on this broken face Hands crash down, the gears delay
But theres one more line I thought you should hear Im dying now, thanks to you my dear

Put this memo in your pocket so you dont forget the way you felt
Still I wear these blank lines on my sleeves and in my hands
And its so terrible how everyone will wait, in line to jump through windows