Hey there, I dont wanna sing this verse, but talking is a nuisance, and cryings even worse. All we can agree on are the things that never hurt, cue the elevator music as my heart gets reimbursed, have you heard, the sound of suicide? Let me tell you where you'll find it right beneath the diaphragm, it'll bubble up like laughter, and burst out from your hands, I've been thinking all these songs how I ever set them free? Is there something I've done wrong, was it wrong to just be me? When you try to hold the moment, and it tries to hold you back is there a sadness yet more gentle then the one that clings to death? And I've tried, or I've tried, ive tried to keep it in, no wonder all my favorite story's are the ones with tragic ends. Have you heard, the sound of suicide?