Sick, Later

Bomb The Music Industry!


I didn't cause too much trouble at sixteen years old.
I snuck out and I stole highway signs,
Piled 'em up in the hallway up against the wall
Sidewalks, train stations, construction sites
And nobody died, and nobody died.

I remember the common room was really cold
And the vending machines and the snow was iced over outside.
I drove back, and the bridge had felt way too narrow
Over potholes and through yellow lights.
Did I hug you goodbye?
Did I say good night?

And I thought I'd see you again under the glow of a soft light.
Without fluorescent days and nights.
With no hum, no network tv.
The consolation prize: with resigned eyes I still held tight
And with resigned eyes you still held tight.
And I'm glad it wasn't like that summer when everybody died.
I'm such a guarded guy 'cause I've been hurt too many times.

The first time that I took you to the hospital,
I was tired and you wanted to die.
I drove off, and I couldn't understand at all.
Fuck, I didn't even walk you inside.
I thought we all wanna die, we all wanna die.
And I thought that was fine, I thought that was fine,
I thought that was fine.

And I'm glad it wasn't like that summer when everybody died.
I'm such a guarded guy 'cause I've been hurt too many times

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