Did you find it?
Play the song
We had written
We would sit down
And start again
From the beginning
It was finally time
To stop whining
And start doing anything
Something to make them believe we were living
And we kept on bleeding
Long after the signatures
Dried on the paper I stole
From Melissa's Macbeth
And oh how I needed
So much to believe in it
Isn't it sick
How I thought that I knew you death
How romantic
Ushering in the new year
With our childish antics
Now soon after
The gullible glimmer of hope
Turned to sarcastic laughter
And we were intelligent people
With eyes in our heads
It's astonishing, is it
I thought you were just plain shy
A quiet kind of guy
With abandonment waiting
Behind every corner
A delicate sort of a loner
How lonely was I
There is still time
We could still try
It's very difficult
When no one's there
To catch you in the rye
You kept saying
That the blackouts were godsend
At least it made living
Worth bathing
You kept taking
The bad with the worse
Like some curds
That your mother was making
Oh and isn't it funny
Years later
To look at it broken
And shaking our heads
Laughing if we had known
Back then
What trouble
It would bring
To actually want
To create something beautiful
Now we've turned into
Those pitiful people
Too scared to touch
And drinking way too much
Oh it's typical
Isn't it
Say it, you cynic
We asked for it
Didn't we ask for it
Didn't we want to be
Lesser and lesser
And covered and down with it
Didn't it
Didn't it
Didn't it
No
There is still time
We could still try
It's very difficult
When no one's there
To catch you in the rye