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The good that won't come out

Let's get together and talk about the modern age
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets just talking shit
About how we're all so upset about the dissapearing ground
As we watch it melt

It's all of the good that won't come out of us
And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust
If we keep shaking them, standing here on this frozen lake

I do this thing where i think i'm real sick
But i won't go to the doctor to find out about it
'Cause they make you stand real still in a real small place
As they chartup your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it

All of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies i hide behind
It's such a big mistake, lying here in your warm embrace

Oh, you're almost home
I've been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again
I think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right

Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them

It's all of the good that won't come out of them
And all the stupid lies they hide behind
It's such a big mistake, standing here on this frozen lake
It's all the good that won't come out of me
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
If i don't tell you quick
Standing here on this frozen lake

Paint's peeling

The paint's peeling off the streets again
And i'll drive and close my eyes in michigan
And i feel nothing, not brave
It's a hard day for breathing again
The heat is chasing off all of your friends
And their scattered bodies part to the shore again
And i feel nothing, not sane
It's a hard day for dreaming again

I'm not going back to the assholes that made me
And the perfect display of random acts of hopelessness
I wish i could stay here
But i think we're all ready, i think we're all ready

And i feel nothing, not safe
It's a hard day for dreaming again
Now that you've seen almost all of america
All you can say is, "where is all the water?"
The war has been over for years since you gave up

Last night, where the road had started
And last night, when my hands were choking you
Last night, when the room and your mood was dipping
And last night when the ropes were pulling you in... You said,
"hey, how could you love me this way?"
You said, "hey, i think we're all ready..."
I think we're all ready

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