We live our lives like the guitar break in "Bang yer 
head", beautiful and melodic and ready to explode. And 
goddamn, we looked good, our hair messed just right and 
our hearts were invincible while we sang songs about love 
and regret, distance and loss, heartache and failure. And 
a funeral song telling of all I did wrong. And I just 
want to go back to when we didn't have to drink ourselves 
to sleep, back to when our dreams didn't weigh us down, 
back to when each day didn't feel like something we just 
survived.