The Good That Won't Come Out

Let's get together and talk about the modern age

All of our friends were gathered there with their pets just talking shit

About how we're all so upset about the dissapearing ground

As we watch it melt

It's all of the good that won't come out of us

And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust

If we keep shaking them, standing here on this frozen lake

I do this thing where i think i'm real sick

But i won't go to the doctor to find out about it

'Cause they make you stand real still in a real small place

As they chartup your insides and put them on display

They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it

All of the good that won't come out of me

And all the stupid lies i hide behind

It's such a big mistake, lying here in your warm embrace

Oh, you're almost home

I've been waiting for you to come in

Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again

I think i'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street

You say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me

Maybe you're right

Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war

And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them

It's all of the good that won't come out of them

And all the stupid lies they hide behind

It's such a big mistake, standing here on this frozen lake

It's all the good that won't come out of me

And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust

If i don't tell you quick

Standing here on this frozen lake