Bad Dream

If you can only write about the things that you know best I guess I can’t really sing songs about myself? And we never really stood a chance at all, actually We were bred to always believe in tragedy But I never really knew how greased the pole was gonna be And it all just seems, like one long bad dream And what’s it gonna take to wake me up? But I’ll walk through fire just to preserve our memories And what’s it gonna take to wake you up? I can see thе writing’s on the wall, already At 3am in a bathroom stall in Queens And we nеver really had a choice at all, actually Cos we were bred to always believe in tragedy…yep Now all the things I saved for best are starting to look a mess And it all just seems, like one long bad dream And what’s it gonna take to wake me up? But I’ll walk through fire just to preserve our memories So what’s it gonna take to wake you up? Sometimes it’s the weak that has to carry the strong Sometimes when we cry people just call it a song Sometimes in this world you have to straddle the gun Sometimes it’s the old that has to bury the young