On the Radio
This is how it worksIt feels a little worseThan when we drove our hearseRight through that screaming crowdWhile laughing up a stormUntil we were just boneUntil it got so warmThat none of us could sleepAnd all the styrofoamBegan to melt awayWe tried to find some wormsTo aid in the decayBut none of them were homeInside their catacombA million ancient beesBegan to sting our kneesWhile we were on our kneesPraying that diseaseWould leave the ones we loveAnd never come again
On the radioWe heard November RainThat solo's really longBut it's a pretty songWe listened to it twice'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it worksYou're young until you're notYou love until you don'tYou try until you can'tYou laugh until you cryYou cry until you laughAnd everyone must breatheUntil their dying breath
No, this is how it worksYou peer inside yourselfYou take the things you likeAnd try to love the things you tookAnd then you take that love you madeAnd stick it into someSomeone else's heartPumping someone else's bloodAnd walking arm in armYou hope it don't get harmedBut even if it doesYou'll just do it all again
And on the radioYou hear November RainThat solo's awful longBut it's a good refrainYou listen to it twice'Cause the DJ fell asleep
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