the sun said nothin about my demise my fall to the floor sparks from your stare cascade into mine started a war started a war monday morning hungover red eyes hide it all the way we walk through a crowd of strangers two minutes from your door you ll live there all your life every conversation within you starts a celebration in me till i got nothin left i got nothin left out of it you handle it for everyone take a poison dart to my heart and then i m done every conversation within you starts a celebration in me till i got nothin left i got nothin left oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh these floorboards are creaking my body s old the sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones your body and soul every conversation within you starts a celebration in me till i got nothin left i got nothin left  i got nothin left i got nothin left oh oh oh i got nothin left i got nothin left1
['britpop', 'indie rock', 'modern rock', 'rock']