I remember once getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. And I remember thinking, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. It never occurred to me it wasnt the beginning. It was happiness.It was the moment.Right then.

That's great. It's nice. You moved on. I can't. You found someone new. I see you again, it cuts me up inside. You don't know me anymore, so don't come down here with your great new life and expect me to do things your way. Go home.

Stress can breed a psychopath, you're all that calms me down. I forgot that I'm a mess when you're not around. Please, can you be home tonght, say it's not over yet, my human tranquilizer. My pretty percocet.

This time you're not the one to blame. Sometimes I get a little too afraid. I didn't mean to cause you any pain.

Im sure there are reasons for everything that happens and absence leads to adoration. its nobodys fault. But now there is no way to change this so I just photographed and framed it. And now its hanging in a hallway that we have no right to walk down.

For once, don't let me down. Don't give my friends another chance to say, "I told you so." Don't let my faith in you be a waste.

They say I'm just a stupid kid, another crazy radical.
Rock and roll is dead, I probably should've stayed in school.
Another Generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack.
Oh they'd love to see me fall, but I'm already on my back.

It was always easy to point the finger,
to let someone else take the blame.
When you make a living out of making excuses,
it's hard to face yourself again.

Tell him he's nothing, tear him to the ground, lose all faith in him. He's in everybody's lost and found. Because he's already been there, and he's heard it all before, and he doesn't care what it is, what it is your asking for.

Last chance that I had to make things better,
you didnt talk but you were loud in every other way.
You were holding my hand
and I know it doesnt always make things better.