Mourning After Little Triste & White Silas

I stay up waiting up for you to say that you're sorry
But you won't, I know that you won't
And I don't even think I'll make it til morning, I'm in mourning, yeah

Wake up on the mausoleum floor when the storm hits
Tears dried up on my face like a salt lick
Pitch black eyes drowning in a tar pit
Yeah I feel it in my chest like a heart hit

Dressed in all black every morning
Mourning the fact that we’re reaching our end
I don’t wanna do this again
Crying your name when the storm rolls in

I stay up waiting up for you to say that you're sorry
But you won't, I know that you won't (but you won't, but you won't)
And I don't even think I'll make it til morning, I'm in mourning, yeah
I stay up waiting up for you to say that you're sorry
But you won't, I know that you won't
And I don't even think I'll make it til morning, I'm in mourning, yeah

Dressed in all black
Mourning the fact that we’re reaching our end
I wanna go back
And I don’t wanna wake up in the morning
And I don't wanna wake up in the morning