What if things get worse long before they get better And you can’t reverse all the damage you’ve done What if things go wrong and instead of homework you write a song because it’s way more fun There is need to fret Though you can bet it’ll get better But probably not yet (or ever) so don’t hold your breath Actually hold it as long as you need ‘Cause you locked your own cage and you’ll never be freed And the only thing that is approaching with speed is your death YOU’RE GONNA DIE YOU’RE GONNA DIE YOU’RE GONNA DIE YOU’RE GONNA DIE