Here comes the hardest par TWhen you've had your turn, but missed your part And you finish falling silent And you finish blank. What a useless gift Put into art what you can't express A sad remark on a common misconception, only lack of ability On your way down, picture all the grief that's feeding into this On your way down, put together all past failings in your head You're late to believe you had a chance at this Hard to believe you never once considered making connections Stepping out of line Chasing down burning desires Middle class feelings never felt so good Living with the lights out Beat yourself black and blue But it is your obligation to express gratitude All those options, dead ends, and good lives wait for you