my religion's blown a fuse
and i need something warm and hopeful i can use

don't get too sentimental, i don't have the time just give me situations that are mine

and if you hear me, don't believe me i'm not giving anymore

my rear view's fixed with glue & specks of dust and this parachute is skipping all the fuss

put your hash marks and your war stories away you can pile all your scrapbooks on my grave

and when i think back, i soon forget that

i blew it all on some busted floorshow
never thought that's how it go
but i blew it all on some busted floorshow
it's such a shame but that's life you know

so my bags are packed i'm leaving it behind
got my map on track, make my marks outside the line

i'll be sliding off the margins of the past
and if you're stuck there you can rot while i outlast

and if you miss me, don't forget me
i'll be trying so much more