You're Dead - Alkaline Trio

What the hell is your name?

And can you explain this mess?

It seems you’re playing a game

Where you only know how to take out the best

'Cause if assholes could fly

This place would be busier than O’Hare

There’s proof in the sky

It’s as thick as our skulls, yet it’s thinner than air

I have something to say

If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest

Get it off right away

'Cause if you don’t, then, it won’t be in peace that you rest

It’s just a matter of time

That we all go away to a better place, I’m told

It all sounds well and fine

But without you around, I feel nothing but cold

And I now have nothing

But your heartbeat in my head

And a photograph of my traveling friend

So what the hell is your name?

And can you explain this mess?

It seems you’re playing a game

Where you only know how to take out the best

'Cause if assholes could fly

This place would be busier than O’Hare

There’s proof in the sky

It’s as thin as our skulls, yet it’s thicker than air

And I now have nothing

But your heartbeat in my head

And a photograph of my traveling friend

And I became nothing

When I found out you were dead

When I found out I’d never see you again

And all the time they took talking in circles

To get them off the hook would take miracle workers

We’re nowhere near prepared

There’s no way of knowing

Why don’t they just admit they’re scared, 'cause it’s already showing

And I now have nothing

But your heartbeat in my head

And a photograph of my traveling friend

And I became nothing

When I found out you were dead

When I found out I’d never see you again