Everything is quiet since you're not around. And I live in the numbness now. In the background. I do the things we did before. I walk Haight Street to the store.
(Two, three...). I'm gonna stuff my present up your chimney. And the melted snow will make it all wet. Cuz it's gonna be one of those Christmas days. Spent in bed.
I'm on a train, but there's no one at the helm. And there's a demon in my brain. Who starts to overwhelm whelm whelm whelm whelm. And there it goes, my last chance for peace.
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore. Before you take a swing. I wonder what are we fighting for. When I say out loud. I want to get out of this.
Can I graduate. Can I graduate. Can I look in faces that I meet. Can I get my punk ass off the street. I've been living on for so long. Can I graduate.
Knock it all down. Will this song live on long after we do?. Will this song live on?. . (Can I graduate?). Can I look at faces that I meet?. Can I get my punk-ass off the street?.
Hey will you stay awhile. My smile will not mislead you. Cause I've been alone. My faith turned to stone. Still there's something in you I believe in.
The rise and fall of my sloppy love. The smatterings, and splatterings. They'll get you. I'm not the one you were thinking of. Maybe you thought I'd call.