we're in a Carl's Jr. it's Thanksgiving and I know that you'll be wrapped up in somebody watching fuzzy tv shows and in the screen sometimes you catch yourself you cry when you're alone and the fluorescent lights hang over me like flat electric snow and so we hang ourselves from kitchen ceilings in our dreams of home it's like my memories all forgot themselves in classrooms passing notes with stupid girls and stupid guys and stupid summers wrecked with hopes I heard you raped a girl in some frat house I hate you more than you can know
the pills dissolve like sugar cubes at the bottom of the sink and I forgot to take them yesterday today I can hardly think and so we're shrugging off the emptiness and wearing dirty clothes and there's no sex or drugs just rock 'n' roll and playing empty shows and bla bla bla