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

           Laughing at the bands we hate, all the spots we used to skate
           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