Shut the fuck up already.
The love is gone.
I’ve been selling-
no, giving pieces of myself away.
I’m empty inside but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.
You have to be an empty shell to hurt; I’m not even that.
I’m just gone, baby, just gone.
I’m pulling my hair out, looking for a solution when prompted,
pretending that I’ve been bending over backwards when I’m just barely poking around
because I know I’m not going to find it just by looking for it.
You can’t rebel just by saying the word, you’re just posing.
I’m just posing. Standing in for myself.
And only one person noticed and only
because we’re both stand ins right now.
I don’t know how to get back
I don’t know how to get myself back
when everything that used to be me is dead
gone or cheap, fake, wasted away, unrecognizable.
Maybe everything would be all right now if the lyrics were right.
We can’t even look at you this way, but I did, and I love you just the same.
How could something so beautiful turn into something so fake?
Go home and give back October.
Go home and return to yourself, renew, refresh, regenerate.
Bring her back, bring the stories back, bring back the smile to my face.
Strike up the old conversation, turn up the music; once again, with feeling this time.
In these ways the pieces will come back together
the magic will return.
Once again, I’ll be myself; but better, a few years older, a few shades crazier, the party will be back and you’ll realize how much you missed it. We’ll rock it for a few more years together; stop posing and put on a show. We’ll return to who we always were and always will and always have to be but this time it will be the truth of us all, not as we are now: half-baked idiotic assholes who don’t know what they’re looking at when they stare in the mirror. I don’t know how we got this way, but I know I can’t forgive you if you don’t make it right again. Bring back the movement, fuckers. I’m sick of this ugly lie, and I know you would be, too, if you only thought about it enough. We’re still in this together. Wise up, dudes. Take 10 and then let’s burn this motherfucking city to the ground! See you soon, Love, Me.