Sparks Will Fly

Oh have you heard the news?
Its all about you, what a spectacle its respectable,
that nobody came to your funeral,
cause you used up all your friends,
its what mattered in the end to you

And now your gone, better on your own,
and these days turn to nights,
you better take these phone calls on your own...

How do you do old friend?
I heard about you, its pathetic, can't forget it,
all the bad things you've done to your friends,
its cool, its what mattered in the end to you

And now your gone, better on you own,
and these days turn to nights,
better take these phone calls on your own...

Breaking off for days and moving far away,
won't change a thing, cause youll do it all again,
in the same way in a different place

And now your gone, better on your own,
and these days turn to nights,
you better take these phone calls on your own...