If the powers that be
Or machinery
Allow me one last memory
For all the things I hate in this world
There was always somewhere to be.
I'd choose when I was eighteen and in
Between bands I'd play Sleater-Kinney
Or when I felt so tired but so full of sympathy for the uninspired
I haven't been down to see it
But I've heard it's bad
I can barely fucking believe it
Gone is everything I ever had
When my brain gives in
Which it will, oh I know it will
And I survive artificially
Qith such small capacity
If the powers that be, or machinery
Allow me one last memory
For all the things I hate in this world
There was always somewhere to be.
I'd choose that bit of quiet in between after and before doors
Or any time when I'd get home from being away on tour
I haven't been down to see it
But I've heard it's bad
I can barely fucking believe it
Gone is everything I ever had
Take me back to before that smell
Before buried hope and a burnt out shell
Before the rubble and the 'time will tell'
