Maybe later...
Maybe there will be time...
Maybe tomorrow...
That would be fine...

Always a day behind my mind,
Never ahead of my dreams.
A year and a day after the madness,
My psychosis figures out how to breathe.

Deadly combinations of mind and anger
Working silently to chip away
At any cause I'd have to smile
Gently easing out a tear of desperation

I will forget nothing on this path of humanity
As I forget nothing ever
Can I release the moment to memory?
Or will it pass through me until the end?

It never seems to end
The frustration of just being
The simplicity of not
The immense shallowness that never ceases...

Will it end?

Maybe later...
Maybe there will be time...
Maybe tomorrow...
That would be fine...

Testing, testing, one, two
There's a difference between living
And just getting through
A motivated minion that talks about change
Too scared to take the plunge
Afraid that life will rearrange
Into a series of disasters
That will haunt the present
From here to ever after
Dipping and tripping into a bottomless pit
Diving and barrelling
Into a not too comfortable fit
Of anger, rage, and misunderstanding
One size too small
Everything is...

What does it take to make a difference?
Is it pain, sufferring, and denial?
Glee, sharing, and smiles?
I don't know that I know
I don't know that I can
Smile for me...
Smile without the drug...
Smile without the hurt...
Just make me smile!

Can you do it?
Is anybody listening?
Is this thing on?
Testing, Testing... One, Two

I want it to be summer... 1998
Lost in a smoke-filled room
Forgetting everything you know...
If only for a little while
Sitting in a swimming pool
With a bottle of Beam
"Hey there Mama Hensley!"
Didn't see that one coming... damn.
Accusations of a drinking problem
Acceptance of lots of problems
A tighter group, never again
More fun? Not Possible
Hackey sack until you drop
"I'm the double!"
Maybe the devil... who knows?
Makin' out with anybody who would
And anybody who wouldn't

Do I miss it?
Sure
Who wouldn't?

But I'm older now
Feeling older every day
More pressure, less fun
Dreaming of summer... 1998

The sun looked sweeter than ever
Right before you left the room
I never noticed the crack in the ceiling
Until after you left

Dancing down a slippery slope
Was safest for me right then
Because it kept me from looking back
To see the avalanche behind me

Tick tock, tick tock
I knew what it had meant
I only wish I'd heard
What you had said
The words I didn't pay attention to
The meanings that I had lost
The feeling like I had failed

All of these things
I did and didn't do
For you...
And now, there's no more you
Only me and my pain
We do make a great pair

The sun is setting now
And that crack is still there
But the air is colder now
Or maybe it's just me...