i guess this means i didn't make it

but everyone's unhappy

and all we have in common

is a fondness for the past

i don't know what will make me sated

i don't wanna run your rat race

if i make sure i never finish

then i'll never come in last

so waste your life away

while memories await outside your door

and don't wait up for me

while you sit and reminisce i'll be out here

making more



everyone's searching for the meaning

let the masses give the answers

if we believe that we're all worthless

then i guess it must be true

and if your day of judgement ever comes

i guess i'll wish i'd lived my life in fear

and apologized for everything

like you

but i don't need another hallmark holiday

to tell me who to love or what to do

leave my life up to me

and everything that's left

i'll leave that up to you