The Dustbin of History

You don't have to worry now

It's never again again

You don't have to figure it out

You wouldn't know where to begin

It's so simple, but neither of us know

What might have been

'Cause you saw through the label

And you saw through the skin

When you saw through the cable

I won't see you again

You can count on your pebbles

And your night will wear of

A package of devils to open it up

If life can't (?) headed down the slide

Then that's one truth that can never be denied

Now we'll need a map to find the other side.

It's not exactly what you had in mind.

Well you can sign me

Cue where you'll find me

In the dustbin of history

Where what you thought was almost gone

Keeps going on and on and on

You say that you'd rather not say

You say everybody was loved

Now you're looking for anything at all to hang it on

And you're at the foundation

And you're making a mess

When you finish erasing

There won't be much left.

Welcome to obsolescence.

It's kind of the thrill.

One of life's little lessons happening still

We'll steal your old illustrious career

It feels so cold and sounds so insincere

But then you might just hold on for another year

And when it's over I'll be waiting here

But you whenever

We'll be together

In the dustbin of history

History (3x)