Letras
It's been ten years of drinking and magical thinking
The party is over, I know
But my mind won't accept what my body rejects
So I run 'til there's nowhere to go
Guess I'll crash here with these guys on the Upper East Side
Near Annie's old place by the park
But then I hear that Annie moved back with her family
In Brooklyn, an hour too far
We flew like the wind
There's a train to catch
A Jessica, Jenny, Christine, Jeannette
Waiting for me
I gotta go
Dodging raindrops, the clocks froze
It's so bad
Am I selfish?
Flick the thought like a cigarette
It's so sad
I'm not over it yet
It's not over
A summer of two-mans with Perris
Should I be embarrassed?
'Cause look who he turned out to be
There must be some confusion
There's no revolution
The future is people like me
I feel old, I feel ancient
Oh, God I'm still anxious
Too late to grow out of it now
I clawed at the walls 'til my fingers were raw
I screamed without making a sound
We flew like the wind
The train is late
There's a girl with a name at a time and place
Waiting for me
I gotta go
Keep it short and political
It's so bad
My cyborg heart
My skin is warm like a cigarette
It's so sad
I'm not over it yet
It's not over
Glory fades
My life spilled out like water
I turned the page
Just to find out I'm the author
What's the point?
That's the fucking point
There is no point
You can work your whole life doing all this bullshit
And you still won't be happy
And you get caught with your fucking hand in your pants
Just trying to scratch and claw and gnash at this giant fucking boulder