Close the doors, end the show, call up everyone you know. I missed the ending but at least I’ll come around again. I didn’t know where you were at, all the good things just don’t last. When does the good fight end up fighting back again?
And these are strange days. Holding out for something better, then it’s gone. Regret the times I thought we’d live forever and meanwhile, you’re treading water just to keep yourself alive. And I missed out when you finally said goodbye.
Here we go, start again, another year mapped out and spent. Saw it all but I’ve got nothing left to say to you, on where we are, who we’ve been, sometimes I wish that it would end. It’s no one’s fault, we gotta pick up and move on.
Sometimes I wonder if you’re still here, if anything for meaning. If everything had meaning then we’ll be okay. And everybody’s got their reasons, tell me how to keep them, tell me how to fix it and we’ll be okay