An eventful year, that it was.
And if I'm still here it's because
The stars have gone out from behind your eyes -
This pain is real, this wound is life-size
And I can't believe it - you need too pull through
And I hope you make it, I'm waiting for you
So you are beginning too choke
But how can you not see the joke?
The sound of your voice still rings in my ears
It's tired and angry and quiet all these years
The situation it tears us apart
And we joke about it, we make jokes of ourselves
But we know
But... but we know
(One day this will all stop, and I won't have to run or rush or push or try. And I'll give back everything I took, and I'll kiss everyone I love, and I'll fall asleep, and I won't wake up for weeks and weeks.)