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 fuck 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.