Maybe we're late, seems like the best days have come and gone Nobody complains, they still hear the music Will you throw me away, and have all the interns write my songs? Tell me, "Spirit is dead, no signs of improving"? No? While you were in bed, we were getting higher than the rooftops Trying to understand the world And what it all meant to us There's revolution in the sound I never meant to hurt you, but I did Oh, but I did I said it all, and I meant almost every single word of it It's true, it is honest, this is something I can't explain at all It is real I'll die with the rest, we don't need a reason to exist All covered in dirt, but we gotta keep moving I still mean what I said, even if the numbers don' t make sense Fuck, integrity's dead, no sign of improving No