I've got pocketfuls of crumpled receipts, just about enough to start a fire. I'll watch the past just burn away. Put the mic stand through the amplifier
I'm twenty-nine years old, still wearing the wallet chain, like I was twenty-eight. I'm wearing my Vans right now, so high school kids will think that
the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end alright, american kryptonite his might hands will hardly fail, his intellect is
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the
It's New Years Eve and I'm full of empty promises, I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year. The band is loud and I'm wandering the shadows
and devastating momentum, approaching maximum velocity. And this is how it's going to be, the point of it all. 'Cause this is what was meant for me,
I know that you're probably mad at me. I've come to expect that. You know that you'll never have all of me, you've come to resent that. You say "tomato
write an epiphany, how something good is changing me, but I guess we dodged some passing fad, it looks like it's so far, so bad. This song is rad. You
felt You there. It's my favorite memory. You're so beautiful to me. Thanks for the songs, these seven friends and eight good years. It is You that made
in your wounds. You have saved up all your spite, stoked the flame that keeps the fight, it's so hard to be objective, when your reason is defective.
