can I be excused
from what I was doing but what was I doing
I need to buckle up
we make noise so pretty that closing time is only
a matter of time
as far as I'm concerned
we lost by a landslide and I think that just might
keep pissing me off
I didn't see it coming I never see it coming
not even this time
isn't a wake-up call
supposed to tell you something
call me again sometime
because now I just learned nothing
you need to explain
to me over coffee why you said this could be
the worst day of the year
as far as I'm concerned
I won't get into the fact we turned into
a couple of ghosts
yearning to burn and yearning to rise and
yet locked in time and space