The Day the Music Dies

It takes character to make a decision It takes more to stand firm and follow through But some stand points are more than I can live up to Performed an exorcism on myself Cited prayers and rites of deliverance Yet here I am, somehow still possessed The future's never starting The present never ends I left us both bombarded But I'm not here to make amends Fondling the thighs of forfeit I guess I can't brush aside I'm waiting for the day the music dies Oh the places one looks for makeshift I tried to ruin myself for you Hoping that you'd rather resent than miss How can one kill an impulsion When it's still kicking and breathing Forces are a cut above the will of the self The future's never starting The present never ends I left us both bombarded But I'm not here to make amends Fondling the thighs of forfeit I guess I can't brush aside I'm waiting for the day the music dies Jumping from one bosom to the next Hitting every branch in the fall Beaten to a pulp by every caress In the tempest, unaffected by it all And I'm hoping that the end is nigh I'm waiting for the day the music Waiting for the day the music dies