We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on

and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing,

except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one

I never liked him anyways

You push it most days when you're young

and then one day they grow up and everyone's wrong

they can't teach you nothing they give you nothing

so you get thinking maybe there's a phase where everyone floats

south in never ending lemonade

Inside of myself, daylight is almost waking up slow and wondering

how sometimes it isn't always good here

What made you go and when did you get back from mars

You circled 'round odd fallen stars and reached out for the lightning

until you were stung until there was a nice ring,

the only right thing so you get thinking maybe in a way

I'll never know for sure the full sad of everyone

And hey, is there anyone known who gets along just great

with everyone on all the days.