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