I'm collecting your letters
And putting them in a place that you don't know
And these winter words are the next big things
We'll put on a show, so if you leave, you cannot go
It's your key, I guess I'm not
Some woman's face down with a Mexican
On the side of the road and she said
It's time for the strongest groups of coolness to let go
So if I leave will you come?
So I dream if they really want
It's a firing squad, it's a firing squad
Before I slept on my mattress last night
I smelled your clothes
There were flakes of skin beside your hoodie
I put them up my nose
And I know these facts are just
Replacement as to not to love
And the blue eye'd clubs still
Have some memberships but we'll say no
So let's leave then, let's just go
It's a dream, a dream we'll know
They're a firing squad, they're a firing squad
They're a firing squad