When they look back at us and they write down their history. What will they say about our generation?. We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing.
Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time. Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room. About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place.
Bury the hatchet with a smile and a curse. The world is big enough for both of us. The pack's been shuffled now - we've got different hands. There's different enemies for both of us now.
I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid. Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction. Picking at the sores of the dying beast. And winning all the prizes for imagination.
Once upon a time it was easy. Everything kind of fell into place. Now this feeling won't leave me. We lost the power and we lost the pace. It's staring straight between the eyes.
In the unlit room with my head in my hands. The walls between us now seem unscalable. I cannot control anything. There are weapons down beside your bed.
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry. Live too fast, still not die, before I get old. I'm going to see you raised above this place. Watch the moments shine upon your face.
Smash glass against the wall. Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play.. Door slams, she turns her head. Watches through the window as he pulls away.