I play on the black keys,nWhere I don't have to worry much..nIt's already hard enough to sing a song about this.nnSome people try the white keys,nWell, the thinking hurts my head,nSo I move back here instead..nBecomes easier.nnand you know why,ncause you're the one who's on the grieving end.nJust wave goodbye,nWonder if you'll ever breathe again..nnThat's why I play on the black keys,nwhen it already takes my bestnto pretend that this big mess isn't happening.nI play on the black keys,nSo I can close my eyes,nTry to picture you beside me singing harmoniesnnYou know why,nOne day I will try and explain it all,nand if you don't mind,nI'd like some time to try and play it all..nnIf I ever thought it would come to this,nthe beating, and the bleeding,nthen I would've tried to say it better, better.nIn my every thought I cherished you,nand I mean it, yeah I mean it.nNow, I still think I hear you pulling in, pulling in.nnBut you wouldn't know whynBecause you're the one who's on the leaving end..nIf you wave goodbye,nand you saw me cry, would you believe me then?nnThat's why I play on the black keys