The Blazing World

So either you die or live long enough to regret Seen enough of the first that the second's a blessing and yet One lot of luck is never enough The ghost of the greebos The goth kids growing up Always say you could always stay for one more One more! Keep the frontages clean But the factory dream is just dust (I know, it's part of me) Like drinking to friends that we lost Cause they drank too much (We drink to irony) He tried every trick (oh, he tried!) To lеave his mark on the scenе (oh, he tried!) But the scene (oh, he tried!) Left its mark on him (oh, he tried!) One lot of luck is never enough The ghost of the greebos They don't-call-them-emo's blood Always say you could always stay for one more And that's about the time I walked away from him (Get it?) And that's about the time I walked away from him (Get it?) And his parents hid the date of the funeral But his friends showed up, dressed down Tried to act normal But there is no normal in grief No common bond but the buried beneath Some nights seem less like a relapse And more a release