There was a build up, anxiety at it's best

A hundred mix-ups, now I can't get off my bed

Give me another reason why I should feel bad, again

But they're happy, and they're fun

I can't help but give it up

I'm sitting here all alone

And I should feel glad but I'm singing a song like

Stars will die and turn into supernova

While we're still alive, at least we still have each other

I see the outline of your hands

Whenever I'm alone again

I hold you tight and whisper

"Please come home"

They're at their faces and I'm asking you "where you at?"

The walls are banging like the ringing inside my head

If you were here we'd be laughing on the terrace

We'd find it funny how everyone is acting careless

And they're happy, and they're fun

But I can't help but feel alone

When I get home, I'll come undone

And I'll write another song that goes

Stars will die and turn into supernova

(Supernova)

And while we're still alive, I'm glad we still have each other

(Have each other)

I see the outline of your hands

Whenever I'm alone again

I hold you tight and whisper

"Please come home"

I see the stage burning down before me

I feel my dreams start to die out as I sleep

I feel a burning itch that hides behind my eyes

That moment when you held me close, I couldn't help but cry

Stars will die, and turn into supernova