You Wear It Secondhand

Take the same walk everyday up to the north end Down on to the sand Surrounded by nothing Nothing's all you have Concentrated sadness, leftover loneliness It never seems to pass You go looking, you looking for them Trying to relive moments that happened and won't happen again You keep looking, you keep looking for them Trying to relive moments but you've grown up Too fast, an occupation that won't last It's too bad you took your best ideas from the past I bet you're so glad that you only wear it secondhand walking up and down red hotel corridors by the Madison Bypass And language, I lost it all to love But threw up all I knew about summer We were young, confirming what we knew Nothing could last But you keep searching and looking for them Trying to capture moments that happened and won't happen again You keep looking and looking for them Trying to hold those moments but you've grown up Too fast, the occupation that won't last It's too bad there's nothing permanent from your past Is that a quote directly taken from The Wasteland? Yes, I knew that you wear it secondhand I'm transforming, I'm complicating I'm never sure what I'm meant to be saying But I, I'm performing, I'm concentrating But we haven't been introduced, automatically calling you I'm transforming but I'm concentrating But I'm never that sure what I'm meant to be saying