[remember me, my misery, and how it lost me all i wanted], [we live through these times and never change the way we are], and [the truth, it ain't taking me to far]

[remember me, my misery, and how it lost me all i wanted]

1968 and dying out on
long island, remember?
 
and it’s always been
everyone’s sworn duty to
figure out the best way
to drown
 
it’s always been a lifetime of
burning houses and
damp basements and i can
love you, but it’s not
gonna bring back lanegan
 
it’s not gonna bring back
mimi or van or david
 
and i find myself spinning
further and further
away from the sun
 
i find myself waking up
alone from dreams of an
imagined past, and you
can’t blame everything
on drugs, right?
 
you can’t just keep
walking around with a
fever of 104° and
expect all the pieces
to fit
 
you’re gonna drop at
some point, or someone’s
gonna drop you, and
it’s for the future,
okay?
 
it’s for the children,
or at least
the wealthy ones
 
at least the ones who
look good on camera
 
and you can’t waste
your whole life
pretending
everyone matters

[we live through these times and never change the way we are]

and it’s easy to understand why all
the politicians need to die,
but where do you go from there?
 
how much ecstasy does it take to
bring each day into focus?
 
how much blood to do you have to lose
before you start to become a better person?
 
and you know every last one of us
is fucked, but
all you do is sit there and laugh

[the truth, it ain’t taking me too far]

age of junkies,
of emotional cripples and divorced parents,
and there’s always been some debate
over which of them was the
biggest asshole
 
there was your mother’s boyfriend
who she defended after you found him
feeling up your sister
 
there was your father
who took the shortest path he could find
from addiction to death, and it’s the
golden age, now and forever
 
it’s the singer with
nothing left to say
 
writes one last letter,
puts both barrels in his mouth,
pulls the trigger,
and you hear about it on the radio at
your $9 an hour job
 
you get drunk after work,
but you would’ve anyway
 
you get a blowjob in the
adult bookstore parking lot from a
waitress you know, and then you
drop her off at her sister’s house
so she can see her kid
 
you come up with an excuse for
your girlfriend on the drive home
and she’ll tell you you’re
a liar, but she does that even
when you’re telling
the truth
 
even when you’re telling her
you love her, and so
maybe just don’t say anything
 
maybe just get high and
sleep in the car
 
wait until tomorrow morning
to deal with the rest of your life