What happened to you? You used to be punk Now they've filled up your head And you spend your days drunk. On the itty bitty sound of your itty bitty guitar Thanking god that your old image has helped you get this far But when you exhale do you still smell smoke? When you laugh now is it still at a joke? Are you so full of fire that you feel yourself choke? I'm your better half I guess when you age You start realizing things You start doing your part And wearing left-handed rings You wake up at night In the middle of your past At the edge of your bed With your head floating fast I used to get high at the sound of your laugh *Morning is sad and you always got cash When you close your eyes *Are you still really mad? I'm your better half And we call ourselves free But we love the weight of the chains And the smile on your mouth Is run with old coffee stains Standing right in front Four bucks for the show I felt myself lifting and when you start to blow The windows were easy to crawl in night Just you and me and the bright starlight And I said I wanna forget you but I don't know how You must not have heard me because you started to laugh Your better half