(It is, in the end,
Whatever the hell I want it to be,
And when I'm through with it,
It's gonna blow a hole, this wide, straight through
The world's own idea of itself.
They're throwing bottles at your house.
Come on, let's go break their arms.)
You talk about the way things were,
But I can't hear what you're saying,
A time when life was not this hard,
Blessed by the innocence.
[Chorus:]
Is the best yet to come?
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?
I'm not your reason to stand up straight,
Shoulders back, chest out and eyes raised.
Stepping back, I hesitate,
I can't let myself be taken…
[Chorus]
You can't change your mind
And expect me to care,
You can't just snap your fingers
And expect me to be there,
Can't just change your mind.
The reception fades,
The signal's breaking up.
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything,
Live your life today…