I got this box of things in the basement

I haven’t looked at it in so long

And its been 25 years and so many faces

The best and worst are long gone.

And all the things I’ve had a taste of

Its always the hangover that chases them all away

Its not that I don’t need the medicine

I like to get high the next day

Cause all the best things seem to surface after the worst times

All the worst things seem to come around after the best times

All the best things seem to surface after the worst times

All the worst things seem to come around and go around

And all those memories, they go in and out of your head like a hook that you heard somewhere

Whether you like it or not you admit that its still there

And now they say you better get quick and die digital

They make it seem so pivotal

To make everything shorter and faster and make sure the moments never last too long

Lose your patience, lose your past, post the present and make it fast

And die digital.

All eyes on you, the lives you’ve seen come and go

The lights that burn, the lives you’ve seen come and go