The Get Up Kids – Four Minute Mile

COMING CLEAN: I found my place in the sun, lied my way there. I’ve looked in your eyes, I’m coming clean. I’ve made up my mind. To lie would be to compromise and I won’t try. I’m sorry, I hope you’ll forgive me but what you want from me is killing me.

DON’T HAT ME: Forgive me for running off to find the one thing I have to do. Each night you can fall asleep assured that someday I’ll be coming home to you. These constant reminders in everything I see. The chance of a lifetime…what a great place to be. Oh Amy, don’t hat me for running away from you. Oh Amy, don’t hate me. I’m still in love with you! I’m sorry I can’t be everything to you. Your place is at the heart of what I do. Everything’s for you. Every time I run away. It’s easier to stay. At the heart, the heart is you in everything I do.

FALL SEMESTER: If I tried, would you still call me son? If I tried, would you call me at all? If I say that I’ll go regardless of what you want me to do I’m better off without. I’m better off without you. If I change my mind it won’t be soon enough for you, but I’m not you. I’ll try to compromise for you to see that there’s so many other things for me to find out. Run myself to the ground. Would you please forgive me if I found my way back home? Everything I see, everything I do, everywhere I’ve been, these mean nothing to you?

STAY GOLD, PONYBOY: This is the closest to this friend that I’ve been. I hope you find it on greener ground and bluer skies. I hope you don’t think less of me if I’m cold, I don’t want to watch you go. I’ll cry until I can’t see the whites of your eyes for two more years. We’ll be old enough to know better, young enough to pretend. This is the last of my letters…I hope I find my home and I hope you’re the first one in it. I know it won’t be the same. I’ll be there if you need anything at all you want to be. Run around the world with me. State your distance but it’s not a million miles away. If this is what will really make you happy…then I’ll say that we’ll be old enough to know better, young enough to pretend. This is the last of my letters until I see you again.

LOWERCASE WEST THOMAS: It’s easier to say it’s over but I might still be pretending. Not a single one will believe. I can’t say I wouldn’t agree. I don’t know if I know myself at all anymore. I gave up on what I couldn’t give in. I gave up. I gave in.

WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK: It’s better than nothing. It’s better than you can get. What more could you want, what more could you ask for? Living day by day is more than I can say about my life. Living in denial, wipe that stupid smile away. Through that ring again, through that sick machine doesn’t make you any stronger than you or anything you choose. It’s not abuse that many people live through.

LAST PLACE YOU LOOK: The grass is always greener as I’m sure that you’ve found. If I find my way back on the last leg of this trip, I’m betting I’m finding you there. As long as it’s constantly changing. As long as it’s constantly sound. If there’s no sense of impending danger, there’s no sense in hanging around for the winter. If I’m not gonna be in your arms around me…what have I got if you’re there? We’ll be home in December. The leaves don’t fall from the trees as long as you remember you are always with me. It’s not my place to find it, not something that I get to choose. Don’t be scared ‘cause you’re not something I’m willing to lose. I’ll be you find it in the last place you look.

BETTER HALF: I saw my better half, the better half o a decade, slip through my hands inside her hands inside my pockets. When she reached for her advantages I should have done something. I saw my baby boy digging his own hole, keeping alive family traditions. When he lied about intentions I should have done something. Well, I blame myself for everything, it keeps my conscience clean. I’ve got bandages to prove it.

NO LOVE: If I gave everything would you still listen to me? It could be so much better than this. I don’t want you to love me anymore…than enough, I can’t be held accountable if you can’t make up your mind. Tonight, as much as I would like to, I can’t put my hands all over you. If I put myself in that position myself to be immune to you, to keep my heart from breaking if you can’t make up your mind. If I came home one last time, think of what the two of us could do. I guess we’ll never know.

SHORTY: It’s certainly true, there’s better things to do and though I don’t know everything I wouldn’t tell you anything if I did. The last time I saw you act like this we were kids. What am I to do? My heart goes out to you. Over reacting, over again…just between friends. What am I to do? I won’t come between you two. What was I to do? I gave it. What was I to say? I gave it all I could. How was I to know? I’ll bet you never find another friend like me.

MICHELLE WITH ONE “L”: Same hold from the same hands. Five years strong, many times over and gone. It’s everything that I have to beat bridges much stronger and wide. Fewer and farther between we meet again. I’ll try to do well on my own. Distance between’s never been this far. I realize that this time was something that I always knew, only a fool wouldn’t see. Might as well start my drinking days now if I’m really alone. It’s tempting. Am I asking too much to keep you at arms length? Am I asking too much to keep you at home? Please don’t go. I know it’s all gonna be fine and I know that this is what’s right.