This night walk the dead
In the solitary style and
Crash the cemetery gate
In a dress your husband hates.
Way down
Mark the grave.
When the searchlights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door,
And the found you on the bathroom floor!

I miss you!
I miss you!
So, so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard.

Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you
Slit your wrists.
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun.
So I won't stop dying,
Won't stop lying,
If you want I'll keep on crying.
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?

I miss you!
I miss you!
So, so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard!

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down

I miss you!
I miss you!
So, so far!
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard

When will I miss you?
When will I miss you?
So far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard.
Made it so hard.

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down

Copyright: BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO
Writer(s): Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Matthew Pellisier, Michael Way, Ray Toro