we're in a Carl's Jr.
it's Thanksgiving and I know
that you'll be wrapped up in somebody
watching fuzzy tv shows
and in the screen sometimes you catch yourself
you cry when you're alone
and the fluorescent lights hang over me
like flat electric snow
and so we hang ourselves from kitchen ceilings
in our dreams of home
it's like my memories all forgot themselves
in classrooms passing notes
with stupid girls and stupid guys
and stupid summers wrecked with hopes
I heard you raped a girl in some frat house
I hate you more than you can know
the pills dissolve like sugar cubes at the bottom of the sink
and I forgot to take them yesterday
today I can hardly think
and so we're shrugging off the emptiness
and wearing dirty clothes
and there's no sex or drugs
just rock 'n' roll
and playing empty shows
and bla bla bla