What am I left with if I throw out everything I don't like? Everything I don't love? I see it in other people, I guess there's supposed to be some value To what you do all day I wanna grow some more plants and that's a good enough reason To keep going for now But imagine if I really knew how much good was actually in the world How much love there really is Me and my friends are still kids And we don't know, and maybe We never will Maybe we never will I've read to many thoughtful books to be surprised by this uselessness But then here we are I've said too many thoughtless things to be surprised That they're haunting me But that's life with a big mouth Perhaps the greatest myth is that you'll Ever grow up and feel In control For more than one week So why do they tell it to us? Me and my friends are in love with eachother But sometimes love makes you mean Me and my lovers are friends with eachother But sometimes the friendship's not clean Me and my mind are at war half the time And I wonder if there's another way Only so many repetitions of Telling yourself day to day Me and my friends are in love with eachother But sometimes love makes you mean Holding our hands in eachother's, we try To get by, and we try to stay clean