It's the end of an era I said as he got onto the bus
I'll be sure to send your shit when you get an address
If you kick I'll come and visit maybe next summer
If my car still runs
If I'd known it would come to this I never would have bothered
I've learned no life lessons but I've learned to hate myself
Good luck in Seattle
It's not a long way down, way down

I know my way around
But I've had some trouble meeting people
Does she ever call you?
No, she never calls me
Coffee shops are where folks go to die
Are we prison guards or cattle?
It's not a long way down, way down