Rest of My Life

Yo, we have never Never played Oakland, ever So sad The battle is over Here we all lie In a dry sea of Solo cups The sun in our eyes But it's one of those endings No one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more What a great way to start the first day, you'll do rest of my life I guess the show's going on So we pick up the pieces We dropped for us all And an ear-splitting headache Makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for But I can leave this part out of the story I write There are worse ways to start the first day you'll do rest of my life Roommates, friends, lovers quiet I'm coming to I'm turning myself into Something a little less promising A little more useful The battle is over Lost, but we'll live to call off the war Don't that ceiling look high from the floor? Don't it hurt just to move as you shrink from the light? As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts What a great way to start the first day you'll do rest of The rest of my life Thank you