Lyrics: The Walkmen. Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone. 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.

I made the best of it.
I made the best of it