Encapsulate all that we got within our doubts and fears.
You wash it down with PBR, I'll smoke away the years.
The jukebox is pleading "ask me, ask me, ask me".
The only question that comes to mind is what the fuck are we doing here?
CHORUS
And our faith was always lacking, in ourselves most of all.
If I hadn't been so quiet, hadn't been so withdrawn.
If we hadn't been so stubborn, so resolute in our ways.
Maybe we could have compromised, found a better way.
But I couldn't stop you from drinking.
And you couldn't stop me from overthinking everthing.
You couldn't help to soothe the anger that burning inside my belly like it threatened to consume me, take me out from the inside.
Chorus X2
Encapsulate all that we got within.
Our doubts and fears, we'll cut it off, pack it up.
End the story of our years.