while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now? i was knocking on your ear's door, but you were always out looking towards the future, we were begging for the past well we know we had the good things but those never seemed to last oh please just last everyone's unhappy, everyone's ashamed well we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page well nothing ever went quite exactly as we planned our ideas held no water but we used them like a dam
oh and we carried it all so well as if we got a new position oh and i'll laugh all the way to hell saying "yes this is a fine promotion" oh and i'll laugh all the way to hell
of course everyone goes crazy over such and such and such we made ourselves a pillar, we just used it as a crutch we were certainly uncertain at least i'm pretty sure i am well we didn't need the water, but we just built that good goddamn
oh and i know this of myself i assume as much for other people oh and i know this of myself we've listened to more of life's end gong than the sound of life's sweet bells was it ever worth it was there all that much to gain well we knew we'd missed the boat and we'd already missed the plane we didn't read the invite we just danced at our own wake all our favorites were playing so we could shake shake shake shake shake tiny curtains opened and we heard the tiny clap of little hands a tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all them folks and drifting around on bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them when we finally got it figured out that we'd truly missed the boat
oh and we carried it off so well as if we got a new position oh and we own all the tools ourselves without the skills to make a show with oh what useless tools ourselves