jeff rosenstock
the lows
cliche malaise in a dumb conversation predictable drama for 5 am exits fridays they only pick up the recycling so thank god it's monday 'cause i'm useless garbage i can relate i'd throw me away they discontinued my train now i can't get home trade a few beers for crashing on couches and overstaying your welcome with your parents they're furrowing brows while they wonder what happened they're so fucking bad hiding their disappointment they can't relate why'd you do this to me? now they canceled my plane i'm on the runway but i can't get home all of the things we collected and thought would remind us of the people we wanted to be pile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag that's doing its best not to burst at the seams but sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets are gonna come crashing down onto the street and you'll stand there holding the tide from your eyes saying "stop wait for the good times ahead of me i can't think that the best is in back of me." clean up the shards of ceramic or leave them for someone who needs it yeah stop think good times are ahead of you stop think good times are ahead of you this isn't the end we'll always be friends and we'll smile like we're falling in love when i see you again