Lyrics:

On the phone, its handle's hot from messages you left

Asking us to question all the moments that we spent

Breaking bones and teaching every melody to cry.

Maybe its too late to run.



Keep it up. You're losing out.

Take a photograph to capture every scene.

What this is and what could have been

Never seem to justify the means until the end.



We need to vent to keep ourselves from losing our face.

Heaven-sent to burn the absent minded from this place.

Suck a stone and fill the ground with desperate alibis.

Scared to fall and fade away.



Keep it up. You're losing out.

Take a photograph to capture every scene.

What this is and what could have been

Never seem to justify the means until the end.



Leave a message I'm not here to answer.

If you need to reach me than just take a number.



Keep it up. You're losing out.

Take a photograph to capture every scene.

What this is and what could have been

Never seem to justify the means until the end.