Lemmings

A freight train to the right
Feeling that sting of pride
It's f*cking with me
It's f*cking with you
All's fair in love and war
Until you say it isn't
But your 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 things to work out this time
I'm only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything
I got it now
I'm gonna' throw it away

Prime select on a box of glaze
Pulling fly-bys on days
When we were young and innocent
Elbow drop Sundays
When Mark Eaton
Got beat to sh*t
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

You're gonna' drown in the mess you make
Your self-inflicted hate
You turn your back on friends you lose
When they don't follow all your rules
But people are what they want to be
They're not lemmings to the sea
Maybe it's time that you looked at yourself
Stop blaming life on someone else