Mail It In

Do you remember all those people you use to work with,
have fun with
get in trouble with
go crazy with
do really, really questionable shit with?

Do you remember those people?

Where are they now
and what are they doing?

Are they still doing questionable shit?
Or have they traded it in
for predictable shit?

Trust me, I get it.

But I think I let you down,
my friend.

I think I let you down.

I stopped expanding
and started settling
I think I let you down.

The world, it got me,
fangs deep in
it was always trying
it was bound to win
a questionable man once said

every time I try to get out
they suck me back in

Do you remember the fun
and now you have the justification
you’re older now
and more mature
you know exactly
what’s behind each door
because you don’t check
new doors
no more.

Yeah,
you don’t check new doors
no more.

Do you remember those friends
and the trouble you got in
and the way you didn’t give a fuck
and the way you looked at folks who did
as if they didn’t have no luck

Jesus mother fucking life

We gave up
We gave up
We gave up the fight
and our world rewarded us in the night
as it laughed and laughed
with sick deelight
it holds no quarter
and it wil not fight
if you want to mail it in
the world says
It’s all right
all right
all right
all right.