I wonder how you move on.
Cause I am pretty sure I've been doing it wrong.
I thought time passes and more things come--things to mull about, care about... but maybe I've never taken my eyes off that burning demolition. I've been talking about it for way too long. Maybe I've become obsessed. I don't even know what about.

People die, get over it.
People let you down, get over it.

I wonder how you get over it.

Cause I am pretty sure I've been doing that wrong, too.



I can hear all the cliches running through my head. I am the teary eyed cry baby wailing his eyes out. I am the 'sick-and-tired' offerer of tough love.

People die, get over it. It's been years.
People let you down, get over it. As if you been any better.

Yes, yes, yes