No more shooting bottle rockets in the park anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
Not more listening to records after dark anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more taking little drives 'round in your car anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more staying up all night or reading cards anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more we
No more us
It's just me, left holding an empty bag
Now, no more me
No more running to the store for milk and smokes anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more stoned afternoons, or charming thoughts anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more tangling up your arms on moving floors anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
No more candy apple grey under stars anymore
You're gone for good, gone for good
Oh, no more we
No more us
Well, it's just me, left holding an empty bag
Now, no more me
Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds
Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds
It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man
'Cause silence isn't good enough no more
It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man
This silence isn't good enough no more
Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you know what's inside?
Surprises aren't surprising anymore
If you look me in the eye, can you tell me what's a lie?
Surprises aren't surprising anymore
Surprises aren't surprising anymore
Surprises aren't surprising anymore
Fill the empty bag