Lemmings

A freight train to the right

Feeling that sting of pride

It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you

All's fair in love and war

Until you say it isn't but you're wrong

Words on the back of flyers

My clothes are in the dryer

It means nothing, nothing is changing

La familia is dead and gone

The children grew up and moved on

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?

I'm only asking for what is mine

I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna

Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

Prime select and a box of glazed

Pulling fly-bys on days when we were young and innocent

Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit

Laugh at the bands we hate

All the spots we used to skate

Well they're still there, but we've gone our own ways

I know it's for the best but sometimes I wonder

Will I ever have friends like you again?

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?

I'm only asking for what is mine

I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna

Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?

I'm only asking for what is mine

I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna

Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

You're gonna drown in the mess you make

Your self-inflicted hate

You turn your back on the friends you lose

When they don't follow all your rules

But people are what they wanna be

They're not lemmings to the sea

Maybe it's time you looked at yourself

And stop blaming life on someone else