Where do you really want to be nwhen you’re sitting next to me, nin your bedroom of all places? nShe's one of a thousand faces, nshe is all of your favorite times, nyour best, your least favorite lie.nAnd oh, pins and needles weren’t for stabbing nbut only stitching. nnShe is the east side. nEverything and everyone coincides nand she is no excuse. nAll your choice memories all were disasters. nCome and see what we can do to you. nnHere's to the silence, njust like a funeral. nAll your eulogies are nscreaming like a radio.nBetween calling bluffs and calling you out, nis singing between sheets enough to make this count?nnShe's felt how you talk to her friends; nmore than heard, but never said, nbut I guess you’re all at your best. nSo you'd promised him that you’d try. nHow is she supposed to fly with your feet on her wings? nnHere's to the silence, njust like a funeral. nAll your eulogies are nscreaming like a radio.nBetween calling bluffs and calling you out, nis singing between sheets enough to make this count?nnHere's to the silence, njust like a funeral. nAll your eulogies are nscreaming like a radio.nBetween calling bluffs and calling you out, nis singing between sheets enough to make this count?