Cursive - The White Buffalo

When they stop writing in cursive

I don’t know what I’ll do

I’ll handwrite my name on a sign

And hold it up high on the avenue

If you don’t get lost in the stars

I don’t know what I’ll do

And I’d glue my face to the phone

I won’t look up no more, like the other fools

Oh, the days gone by

How the time it flies

And I’ll try to hold on tight

I hope the day don’t come

When there’s no more love

When we don’t look each other in the eye

I think I’ll die

And when we stop touching each other

Please tell me what will be

We’ll be just like the drones

Together yet alone in captivity

And if songs quit breaking our hearts

I don’t know what I’ll do

And I’ll take my heart at your feet

Drop to my knees and tear it in two

Oh, the days gone by

I think we’re out of time

And I’ll try to hold on tight

And I hope the day don’t come

When there ain’t no love

When we don’t kiss each other goodbye

I think I’ll die

I’ll die

I’ll die