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Cliche malaise in a dumb conversationPredictable drama for 5 AM exitsFridays they only pick up the recyclingSo thank god it's Monday cause I'm useless garbage.I can relateI'd throw me awayThey discontinued my trainNow I can't get homeTrade a few beers for crashing on couchesAnd overstaying your welcome with your parentsThey're furrowing brows while they wonder what happened.They're so fucking bad hiding their disappointment.They can't relate.Why'd you do this to me?Now they canceled my planeI'm on the runway but I can't get home.All of the things we collected and thought would remind us of the people we wanted to bePile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag that's doing its best not to burst at the seamsBut sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets are gonna come crashing down onto the streetAnd you'll stand there holding the tide from your eyes sayingStop, wait for the good times ahead of me.SongtexteI can't think that the best is in back of me.Clean up the shards of ceramicOr leave them for someone who needs it.Yeah, stop, think good times are ahead of you.Stop, think, good times are ahead of you.This isn't the end.We'll always be friends.And we'll smile like we're falling in love when I see you again. Aus Songtexte Mania