Inside the Golden Days of Missing You

Inside the golden days of missing you with the people of Cleveland who've suffered for so many years The shattered glass cussed and when it broke it spoke to us It said "Hey" It said "I know you... what's your name?" I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the bar cause I can't stand to look at my face when I don't know where you are Then the feeling fades away but you sort of wish it would of stayed inside... the golden days of missing you What if life is just some hard equation on a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts You can live again but you'll have to die twice in the end in the end/ we'll meet again