I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud
and I said some
creepy things and I staggered around and even though
your best man
had to kick me out it was a pretty good time either
way. It seems a
fight broke out and an old man was yelling, cuz no one
was buying all
the bullshit he was selling and he threw all his
keepsakes on the
ground and walked away, cursing hard to bring back
yesterday
And the dying ain't gonna stop just because you walk
away. And you
can cry for everything that you've lost but you ain't
never gonna bring
back these days.
I hate the Mondays and the Fridays cuz they always
define the
endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light. Well,
if I'm gonna be
dying then I'm gonna get high and scream until I'm not
feeling the pain.
Let's burn a bridge for the f*ck of it and kill this
night with
some beers down at the pits, with whiskey lips and
we'll try to
love for the moment and forget for the night that life
doesn't
usually feel great.
Where we gonna go now that everything's shut down? I
can't
go home, so where do you wanna go now? Let's bring it
back
around to where everybody's singin' that the dying
ain't gonna
stop just because you walk away. And you can cry for
everything that you've lost but you ain't never gonna
bring
back these days. You ain't never gonna bring back these
days.