The Walkmen
Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me Is Gone
Because he knows
Our Romeo
He can't climb back
He swings in loopholes
When he goes through the air
Their vengeance will stretch out
I made the best of it
I made the best of it
I made the best of it
This velvet rope
Has fell before
In vain
Clothing crashing the floor
Insane
Worse than once thought
I made the best of it
I made the best of it
I made the best of it