Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds 
Pretty soon we'll be trading stories 
What ever happened to the baby that I used to know 
I sit here staring as my body grows cold 

And when you tell me I feel fine 
And when you touch me I feel 
Fine 

I caught you flirting with my memory 
You said that she was just a friend 
Some things are better when they're standing in front of me 
Some things grow bitter when they're near the end 

Say goodbye to the vinyl we had 
Say goodbye to the radio songs 
You said you'd always keep around 
I don't know if I'll be happy 
I don't know if I'll be sad 
I'll always be there when you drown 

I'll place my why inside your sympathy 
I'll leave my x beside your o 
My generation is a runaway centipede 
My generation is about to go

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Saturday, March 24, 2001.