The days are full of storybook romancethe myriad of thoughtful acts A million ways I'm into youI'm never getting over youI'm sorry for exposing you I know you hate it when I doBut I had to write one for my better half The days are new, the nights unwind You break my world, you change

At Cavanaugh ParkWhere I used to sit all alone in the darkAnd dream about things that I cannot sayyou always said destiny'd blow me awayand nothing's gonna blow me awayAt Cavanaugh ParkWhere you used to take me to play in the sandAnd said to me, "Son, one day you'll be a manAnd men can do terrible

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we

Why does only goodbyes show us how much we truly mean to each other The beautiful things that we're not ready to lose or have yet to try Knowledge does not come in books it comes in caskets I don't wanna see how brave we can be anymore I've seen the strength it takes to get past and move on And would

Could it be I'm a lonely onethat made everything so upsidedown now could it be all the lies I told that gave nightmares to me after an olympic day you said everything was fine but I saw you through and I knew that I was just as bad as you. Never said I would give you up but if I must then tell me

Serotonin's gone She gave up, drifted away Sara fled, thought process gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear Ten thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A

Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of God The fear of change The

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in

My envy can't describe how I loathe you for having all the stars Leaving my eyes to marvel the sky knowing it should be mine Yet it's you I see wasting the dream that only I deserve I'll tear off your face to see your smile As you build your dreams on my shattered hopes I'll look back on a day once