The Calendar

Lyricist: Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, John Feldmann    Composer: Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, John Feldmann
It's said, "If you don't let it out
You're gonna let it eat you away."
I'd rather be a cannibal, baby
Animals like me don't talk anyway

Feel like an ambulance
Chaser of faith
Pray I could replace her
Forget the way her tears taste
Oh, the way her tears taste

Put another ex on the calendar
Summer's on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse
Than knowing how it ends
And I meant everything I said that night
I will come back to life
But only for you
Only for you

The world may call it a second chance
But when I came back it was more of a relapse
Anticipation's on the other line
And obsession called while you were out
Yeah, it called while you were out

Put another ex on the calendar
Summer's on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse
Than knowing how it ends
And I meant everything I said that night
I will come back to life
But only for you
Only for you

Asleep in the hive
I guess all the buzzing got to me
Well, I'm still alive
At night your body is a symphony
And I'm conducting

It's said, "If you don't let it out
You're gonna let it eat you away."

Put another ex on the calendar
Summer's on its deathbed
There is simply nothing worse
Than knowing how it ends
And I meant everything I said that night
I will come back to life
But only for you
Only for you