From the Year Six Million Lyrics

Now I'm a ninth-tier lover and best of friends.
How viciously we danced gracefully.
Now my my dear lover and best of friends.
How viciously we danced gracefully.

And dispose of each other's sentences in the empty squares.
Crossword puzzles at the bottom, at the bottom of a cheap coffee mug.

Hangin' on that fridge forever, actually this friendship of ours,
Friendship well done, good work, now just go home.
I hope we wouldn't try that night that I had too much to drink.
This isn't a love note and it sure as hell is not a love song.
Love songs say “I miss baby and I'm so sorry.”
This song is a four-letter word that rhymes with “you fucked up.”
And now my my my. And now my my my.

Dearly departed, an intact […] let's fall asleep together again,
While we stare at the ceiling ‘til we see our breath,
We can share our love for all these shadows and I'll make sure that you don't wake up.

Hangin' on that fridge forever, actually this friendship of ours.
Friendship well done, good work, now just go home.
I hope we wouldn't try that night that I had too much to drink.
This isn't a love note and it sure as hell is not a love song.