Tekster: Have Nots. Proud. Farewell Show.

The waves of acute sadness were hued by ambivalent bliss,
and of all of the things the madness I missed.
I just need a change so pay no mind;
it?s a life lesson that?s learned in time in your life, and in mine.

I feel alright and that's a lie,
you are my years you are my strife,
I got to go, I got to go.
With all the time that?s passing by,
you?d think I?d find the words but I
have got to go and play the farewell show.

The past three days saw shades of grey,
and I can?t say I sought to drink them away.
Should I feel sorry, filled with sorrow,
overcome with aching pain? Countdown to regret,
a sure bet when your grass is always greener.
Well maybe this time I?ll survive.

I feel alright and that's a lie,
you are my years you are my strife,
I got to go, I got to go.
With all the time that?s passing by,
you?d think I?d find the words but I
have got to go and play the farewell show.

Expectations I had, were buried and now they?re back.
In a cold cramped room well I guess they tend to do that.
I just need a change, so pay no mind;
it?s a life lesson that?s learned in time in your life, pay me no mind.

I feel alright and that's a lie,
you are my years you are my strife,
I got to go, I got to go.
With all the time that?s passing by,
you?d think I?d find the words but I
have got to go and play the farewell show.

Nothing left now to remember,
a one way ticket now null and voided,
together, it's more than nothing,
sitting here thinking stuck on strumming.

I feel alright and that's a lie,
you are my years you are my strife,
I got to go, I got to go.
With all the time that?s passing by,
you?d think I?d find the words but I
have got to go and play the farewell show.