So be it, leave the light on after you've gone
Leave the pictures in their aging frames where they belong
Leave the bed sheets unclean and they will reek of you still
Cover me in resolve

So please leave the imagery
I can twist it
Dissociation and obsession
Superstition and pain
I can carry them on too and bury you once again

If you're frightened of dying
And then you're holding on
You'll see devils tearing your life away
But if you've made your peace
Then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth
It's just a matter of how you look at it, that's all

If I could bring this memory to life
I'd apologize
I live to hear you say what they can't
I would make amends
They'd all love to have you back but
I'd give anything to bring you back to say goodbye

Hey Steve, I think your singing was a little flat that time
Barry, why don't you play an A for Steve?
You got that Steve?
Fuck this shit
What's got into him?
He can't take criticism
Oh great, there goes the band