Black Hole

All the voices keep on singing
As the pieces fall away
But I don’t know the sea of faces
On our graduation day
It’s the last time around
Are you afraid of all the monsters
In the folding metal chairs
As you walk across the platform
And count the seconds down the stairs
It’s the last time around
And I wonder will they notice
When the yearbook goes to press
I don’t know if it’s all the mutations
But I like you less and less
It’s the last time around
It’s the last time around