Now and then I get that same old feeling again. Walking around like I don’t even know me. What can I do? Of course I’m thinking of you and all the good things you could never show me. When I think back on it, it all kinda sounds like shit, except for all the times when you were laughing. So I hope you’re okay and that you stay that way. May the love you have be everlasting. And I hope that you’re so happy now. So here’s to you, here’s to me and to all we used to be. Here’s to everything that we take with us. Here’s to good. Here’s to bad. And to everything we had. May the road rise to meet and forgive us. And I hope that you’re so happy now.

How dare you lie right to my face? Didn't it mean anything to you? Or did you get all you wanted before I fell from grace? Was anything you said to me the truth? You poisoned everything... All those bands I only like because you said they'd be my thing. I'd have done anything. I'd have given up my life. As it is, there's been years of suffering. How do you let go of the one you loved the most? Promises, promises... "I'll always be there if you need me." You promised... Well promise me this... Find someone else next time you're lonely. You took everything... Every piece of myself that I thought could never die. I'd still give anything. And that's the greatest of Hells. Don't it make you want to cry? How do you let go of the one you loved the most? If God is up there listening I hope he hears me wish the very best for you. And he knows I mean it even after all the selfish lies you put me through. If God's up there listening I hope that he stops listening. 'Cause you never deserved me. How do you let go of the one you loved the most?

Excuse me for repeating myself but you put me through Hell and I hate you. Be that as it is, if you want to be friends I probably don't have the sense not to date you. You're so vain you don't know that this song is about you. (THAT'S HOW THE LYRIC SHOULD GO.) I must be insane to think I might be getting through. If I'd known you would become you, I would've dreamed of anyone else. If I'd known you would become you I would've taken care of myself. But here I am torn apart with your words wrapped around my heart. And talking to you is as hard as to never speak at all. Pardon me for believing myself, but you know damn well you misled me. Be that as it may, I'd still get down and pray for forgiveness if it would make you want me. It's all about you no matter what else I'm going through. You never lose. But when the chips are down, you've got no excuse. If I'd known you would become you, I would've dreamed of anyone else. If I'd known you would become you I would've taken care of myself. But here I am torn apart with your words wrapped around my heart. 'Cause talking to you is as hard as to never speak at all. If I'd known you would become you, I would've dreamed of anyone else. If I'd known you would become you I would've taken care of myself. If I'd known you would become you I would've kept my heart on the shelf. If I'd known you would become you I wouldn't need to know anything else.

(Really? You came here looking for lyrics to this one? Alright...) Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bulllllllllllllll-shit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bulllllllllllllllllllll-shit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullllllllllllllll. Shit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bulllllllllllllllllllll-shit.

We’ve lost our damn minds. Somebody somewhere sold me something. It’s a waste of my time. Is somebody seeking something else? Fly, angel, fly… Your love life is leaving you lost. Cry, princess, cry… Somebody somewhere said it was worth the cost. Sometimes you’re blind. You’re so blind sometimes you see softly. Cold, dark inside. It looks like he’s seeking something in you. You’re making me tired. I’m so tired of sticking up for you. Once in a while, you’re useless. You’re wrong. Sooner or later we’re all crazy, so feel free to stop by sometime. Sooner or later it’s all over, so feel free to take what’s mine. Someday soon you’ll regret everything so feel free to take it back. Someday soon we’ll leave this place here, so feel free to just relax. It’s all useless anyway. Cry, baby, cry… Someday someone will sort it out. Quiet peace of mind. Then maybe we’ll learn to shout. Goodbye you losers… Today’s the day we’re dreaming something. Get out of the way. Now it’s our turn to scream.

You with your blue tattoo. An inside joke for a few of the people you keep close. I sometimes still want to cry when I think about that night that you asked me where it should go. I’ll have to forgive me for the whiskey that I let go straight to my head. It was wasted. Barely tasted. Yet I never will forget… When Friday night turned into Sunday morning with no forewarning, I fought the longing to sleep. The smell of your cigarette and your bourbon breath were all I wanted to dream. What a weekend. What a best friend. I didn’t think I could get enough. Then on Monday with no foreplay I woke up… You with another blue tattoo. And I have no excuse for missing out on it. We just weren’t meant to be. I’m not sure if it was you or me, but something just didn’t fit. I’ll have to forgive me for the memory but I go back to it a lot. It’s bittersweet and incomplete. But it’s the very best I’ve got. When Friday night turned into Sunday morning with no forewarning, I fought the longing to sleep. The smell of your cigarette and your bourbon breath were all I wanted to dream. What a weekend. What a best friend. I didn’t think I could get enough. Then on Monday with no foreplay I woke up… You with your blue tattoo...

Streets stained with gold-- where we’ll meet again. Be a long journey ‘till then. I’ll remember your photograph. Young forever we’ll be in each other’s minds. I’ll send you a letter from where I end up. I’ve got a strong urge to cry. Never thought I’d need so many people in my life. When it’s done you know what you had. I have a strong love for looking back. Sometimes it’s lonely. Restless soul. Fingers worn to the bone. An artist turning up in his own painting or symphony. Young forever I’ll be in my own dreamscapes. Pictures of old friends bent worn and fading. I’ve got a strong thirst for rain. Never thought I’d miss the smaller roles. When it’s over I got what I paid for… Hazy memories...dusty old flowers. Sometimes it’s lonely. Can’t run from pain. Can’t run from pleasure. Couldn’t run if I had to. Limping again. I’ve got a strong need for rest. Images on my desktop again. Numb from the weight on my chest. God in my window. Sometimes it’s lonely.

Say her name. Give her a face and make it human. Say his name. And another name...and another name… And they wonder why we’re using ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Some things will have to be burned down. No more apologies. We need action here and now. You want change? You have to BE the change. And let justice be your guide. The system is crashing and we’re under-reacting. We should be marching side-by-side. We’re passing down the fight to another set of kids. The same fight that’s always been. When teargas fills the sky what will you say you did? It’s time we fight to win. Your skin is an accident. Your blood is a sacrament. It’s what you DO that makes you strong. You want things quiet? You’re getting a riot. Because you KNOW that you are wrong (in) passing down the fight to another set of kids. The same fight that’s always been. When teargas fills the sky what will you say you did? It’s time we fight to win. WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS. We’re passing down the fight to another set of kids. The same fight that’s always been. When teargas fills the sky what will you say you did? It’s time we fight to win. We’re passing down the fight to another set of kids. The same fight that’s always been. When teargas fills the sky what will you say you did? THIS TIME we fight to win. HANDS UP, DON"T SHOOT. WHAT'S HIS NAME? - GEORGE FLOYD. SAY HIS NAME! - GEORGE FLOYD. WHAT'S HER NAME? BREONNA TAYLOR. SAY HER NAME! - BREONNA TAYLOR. BLACK LIVES MATTER. BLACK LIVES MATTER. BLACK LIVES MATTER. BLACK LIVES MATTER...

Had a kid too young now you’re acting dumb in your 40s. What a disaster. Sex and drugs are both great, but I stopped tempting fate in my 20s. Not that it matters. You don’t care what I think when you say “just one more drink.” This is midlife suicide one crisis at a time. It’s midlife suicide thinking everything will be fine. You could do better, but you won’t ‘till you work through everything that you don’t want to face. You don’t give a fuck if you’re pressing your luck with some asshole who’s probably beneath you. Your shitty, stoned friends all think he’s a prince. You’ve no soul left to lose. I know it’s not my place. But I care enough to say… This is midlife suicide one crisis at a time. It’s midlife suicide thinking everything will be fine. You could do better, but you won’t ‘till you work through all the things that you don’t want to face. I know it's not your fault that you just can't have it all... This is midlife suicide one crisis at a time. It’s midlife suicide thinking everything will be fine. You could do better, but you won’t ‘till you work through all the things that you don’t want to face. I’m amazed that you think you’re getting out unscathed. You’re dying inside everytime that you tell yourself another lie. But it’s your life and it’s that time. This is midlife suicide.

(HEY! ALL YOU ASSHOLES UPSTAIRS, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!) I remember how hard we used to fight for our divine Right to Party every single Friday night. We were “fighting for our freedom,” we were fighting out of spite. That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right. It started with the band playing and I guess we got okay. Had a small group of friends who started telling us what to play. Then the friends brought friends and along came the girls. The band kept on playing like we were in some other world. Then a neighbor'd call the cops and sometimes we had to stop. We didn’t take it well… CHORUS It started getting ugly like everything always does. Stuff started getting stolen, who remembers what it was? Somebody started drinking and pouring us all shots. Then it really got weird when we all discovered pot. Somebody’s parents would get scared but the music still blared--that's all that really mattered. CHORUS Mike made me a mixtape of some rap I didn’t like. Cathy ran off with Ryan even though he made her cry. Beth tore her dress and started acting like she died. Andy with the Candy was keeping everybody high. Then Johnny hit the cocaine and it all turned pretty quick. Kory with a K started looking pretty sick. Jessica was praying with all the other Christian chicks. Paul photographed it all because he was that kind of dick. Now everybody’s had some kids and the kids are having fun. And everybody tells their kids to do as they say not as they’ve done. Yeah, sure… Now the kids all know how hard they have to fight for their divine Right to Party every single Friday night. Their parents tried to wreck it, so they’re fighting out of spite. That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right. That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right. That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right.

(I. DESPAIR) Faith. I've had faith. No mountains moved. No fear disproved. Yet seeking a deeper truth. Doubt. That's what it's all about. No doubt, no faith. No saving grace. No need in the first place. "Are you feeling better yet?” “Why aren’t you feeling better yet?” Hope. Floats like a ghost. You can’t be sure. There is no cure for experience. Trust... Only if I must. Empty words. It’s so absurd. Platitudes fail me. "Are you feeling better yet?” “Why aren’t you feeling better yet?” God stops being God The moment you have to go it alone a while. "Are you feeling better yet?” “Why aren’t you feeling better yet?” I’ll let you know if I want to. ----------- (II. PRAYER) Hear me, answer me, don't you ignore me. I'm starting to think you never knew me. You never talk to me. Did you ever talk to me? You either listen or I'll shut my mouth. Humming a new song about what's happening. Nobody notices, no one listens that close. Becky told me to keep on singing. It's the only thing I know. Fall back on the same old verses. I hear it all again and again. Turn up the volume so everyone hears it. Give another record a spin. But I'm scared of what the silence finds. It feels so much worse this time. It feels so much worse this time. What if there's no rhythm for the sacred rhyme? What if music doesn't work this time? What if music doesn't work this time? Hold me closely, say you know me. Listen or at least explain things to me. It's your turn to reach out to me. I'm tired of being in this alone. Fall back on the same old nonsense, I scream my lungs out again and again. No crying and no more laughing, now. Plug another instrument in. But I'm scared of what the silence finds. It feels so much worse this time. It feels so much worse this time. What if there's no rhythm for the savage rhyme? What if music doesn't work this time? What if music doesn't work this time? ------------ (III. FLOODLIGHTS) Don’t tell me how to do this. This isn’t my first time to the show. I’ve been lost in the floodlights For so long they feel like home. I’ll find my own denouement when the song is over. But I have all these loose threads to pull on. The story needs some closure. (It’s getting closer.) I don’t want to stay here, hot in the limelight. I didn’t expect standing room only. I didn’t read the marquee sign. But I can’t leave here. Not till the curtain falls. There’s no fat lady singing. All I hear is the echo off the walls. God is the sound. The sound is God. We will sing this way forever. No rest to be found. No one applauds. We will sing this way forever. Are you feeling better yet?