How could I survive In this extricated life? This is best written over months And it was well-wished from the start Will I run out of things to say? No, fall in, then fall away I've had so many friends Accept who they once were, and then moved on The same ones I hear from every three or four years Every cadence will end, every scene And the whole damn record drips defeat What if we all sang along But the songs weren't anthems after all? What if we all sang along But the songs weren't anthems after all? What if we all sang along But the songs weren't anthems after all?