Your brain's gonna melt 'cause you're living in hell Exhausted, but it's nothing new Astonished, somehow, after all that you've been through Frustrated, like you're waiting to say farewell Isolated, just like everybody else Your brain's gonna melt 'cause you're living in hell And every dollar than you earn buys medicine for the burn Enough sense to feel depressed But not enough to fix this mess Because you're on your last nerve You're totally overworked And now you're hyper-alert That your brain's gonna melt 'cause you're living in hell And every dollar than you earn buys medicine for the burn You're grinding your teeth 'cause you can't fall asleep And your subconscious is mean, so you can't handle the dreams And it's true, but open your view Because it's not just about you You're not burning alone The arsonists are in control But the future will be publicly owned

I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance Rico said, "I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head This is the sound from Camden town." And then I heard it like a shot from my skull to my brain I felt my fingertips tingle and it started to rain When the walls of my bedroom were tremblin' around me This ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat Telling me "He's only looking for fun" And this was the sound of the very last gang in town As heard by my wild young heart Like directions on a cold dark night Saying "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alight" And I heard it in his chain gang soul How it wasn't just the same sad song Saying "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alright" And are you doing alright? Are you doing alright? And I carried these songs as a comfort wherever I'd go And they was there when my summers was high And there when she left me alone. Saying, "the soul is hard to find" And I never got to tell him so I just wrote it down I wrapped a couple chords around it and I let it come out When the walls of my bedroom trembled around me This ramshackle voice over attack of a blues beat And a girl, on the excitement gang And this was the sound of the very last gang in town As heard by my wild young heart Like directions on a cold dark night Saying, "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alright." And I heard it in his chain gang soul How it wasn't just the same sad song Saying, "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alright" And are you doing alright? Are you doing alright? (OH!) As heard by my wild young heart Like directions on a cold dark night Saying "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alright." And I heard it in his chain gang soul How it wasn't just the same sad song Saying "Let it out, let it out, let it out, you're doing alright" That was the sound I hear the sound Do you hear the sound? I hear the sound Of the very last gang in town

I told you about the drive Car engine screaming the whole time You smoked a cigarette you said You didn’t want to die just feel like it I’m gonna die at a hospital on Long Island My head is buzzing The alcohol is humming It would be easy but I Don’t forgive you I don’t even know why I drag my feet like stones My eyes are closed, my fists are closed And I don’t know why I’m gonna die at a hospital on Long Island I see the peak Under my drink I saw the cliff While we were talking Our time was rotten You smoked a cigarette you said You didn’t want to die just feel like it I’m gonna die at a hospital on Long Island You were like a drug I couldn’t sleep You were like a drug I couldn’t keep You didn’t hear me out When I was screaming loud

You packed your bag and you boarded a train And you eagerly waited for the moment your name Would come out of that hat And you knew that it was magic But in a moment or two, the staircases moved And the headmaster said something disgusting to you And the pictures stood still until it wasn't magic No, it wasn't magic And so you boarded a spaceship that was more like a plane A frustrated child trying to prove your strength And find peace despite your blame in that future But then the helmet flew off and you saw your own face Where the gun was pointed: at the enemy's gate And their truce did not include you in their future And now we're living in their future So now you're tearing out pages that were once a warm blanket There's a chill in your spine and you're not trying to escape it And you're writing your own future And I hope it's magic

It was a long week, barely worth the memory And then another, dragging uneventfully And I don’t know how Many more had passed before I realized I’ve been here all to frequently It’s the season, I’m repeating Hopeless lines I’ve practiced one too many times Losing sight, deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing We had a long fight, barely saying anything Another retread of boring insecurities And when I don’t speak You can’t know what I mean We run in silence, building distance in between It’s the season, I’m repeating Hopeless lines I’ve practiced one too many times Losing sight, deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing So I can justify the all-too-frequent tendency Of criticizing people happier than me Self-aware means self-loathing You know, the cold wrecks my ability To function half-appropriately While you sit waiting hopefully For a life you think could be happy Will I push on through til the weather turns? Will you lose your cool when I never learn? Will it all work out? Will I shed my doubts? Will I be something you could live without? Oh no. You came over Talked about your light summer When you pulled away from everyone And lost it all It’s the season, I’m repeating Hopeless lines I’ve practiced one too many times Losing sight, deluded into thinking that Self-aware means self-loathing So I can justify the all-too-frequent tendency Of criticizing people happier than me Self-aware means self-loathing You picked up some habits That you're trying to break Before you break You picked up some habits That you're trying to break Before you break You picked up some habits That you're trying to break Before you break You picked up some habits That you're trying to break Before you break

Your sister thinks that I'm a freak She's been ignoring my calls We haven't spoken in a week I get so drunk that I can't speak Yeah, nothing's working, and our future's looking bleak, and I said Three beers, and I'm so messed up Get drunk, and I can't shut up She says that I drink too much I'm fucked up, and she hates my guts She says I need to grow up I'm driving fast to get away Doing 180 on the Don Valley Parkway Yeah, I'd be better off dead I don't give a shit I just don't wanna die, and I don't want to live, I said Three beers, and I'm so messed up Get drunk, and I can't shut up She says that I drink too much Fucked up, and she hates my guts She says I need to grow up I drink 'til I'm staring at the ceiling I'll be just fine, I'm numb and losing feeling I can't tell lies anymore Three beers, and I'm so messed up Get drunk, and I can't shut up She says that I drink too much Fucked up, and she hates my guts I just don't know what to do I'm still fucked up over you She says that I drink too much Hawaiian red fruit punch She says I need to grow up

I watch you tear me open And you say it doesn’t have to be this way And I know I must be leaving You say it doesn’t have to be this way I’m leaving Same reasons I’m leaving And I don’t know what’s gonna happen I can't stay, I can't go I can't talk myself out of this one I'm running out of ways Every day is a fight and every day I find I'm at the end of my twenties I'm moving further away And now a few times a year I can’t fall asleep Without a pill down my throat It takes some weight off of my feet And I don’t know what’s gonna happen When I was 18, I swore I’d never But ten years has a way of teaching Now I’m learning That if I want to sleep There’s some things I can’t keep to myself And if I want to leave There’s some things I can’t keep And I don’t know what’s gonna happen When I was 18 I swore I’d never Take any pills to keep it together And I told my father that I’d be stronger That I’d find a way to do this no longer Now I’m 28, 10 years to the day That I left for college to find a new calling Now I’m in my bedroom apartment in Brooklyn And I’m in full panic and I think I’ve had it And I think you’ve had it And we’re further away We’re further away We’re further away We’re further away