I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud And I said some creepy things and I staggered around And even though your best man had to kick me out It was a pretty good time either way It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yelling 'Cause no one was buying all the bullsh** he was selling And he threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away Cursing hard to bring back yesterday And the dying ain't gonna stop Just because you walk away And you can cry for the things that you've lost But you're never gonna bring back these days I hate the Mondays and the Fridays 'cause they always define The endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light Well, if I'm gonna be dying then I'm gonna get high And scream until I'm not feeling the pain Let's burn a bridge for the f** of it and k** this night With some beers down at the pits with whiskey lips and we'll try To love for a moment and forget for the night That life doesn't usually feel great And the dying ain't gonna stop Just because you walk away And you can cry for the things that you've lost But you're never gonna bring back these days Where we gonna go now that everything's shut down? I can't go home, so where do you want to go now? Let's bring it back around To where everybody's singing that The dying ain't gonna stop Just because you walk away And you can cry for the things that you've lost But you're never gonna bring back these days You're never gonna bring back these days