I'm as bitter as I've ever been
I'm as angry as I was back then
I'm as restless as a sinner in the pew
I'm not better, sorry I thought I was
I'm falling down, not catching up
I can't help but compare myself to you

And I know it's romanticized
Our fates were never entwined
It always felt like something missing
But it's as good an excuse as any
To drown myself in baths of pity
To always be in need of listening

I'm no better than the things I hate
The hypocrites, ignorants, the fakes
Who the fuck am I to say I'm right?
And I hide behind these selfish songs
With this smile I held all along
Just waiting for the camera's flashing light

I'm an asshole who thinks he has the right
To ask for your applause every Friday night
When all he's done is make himself the victim
I'm a self-important, no talent hack
Idealizing the things I lack
Instead of sucking it up and trying to earn them

And living with the grand illusion
Presenting my flaws in grand collusion
Will somehow make them more okay
They say you only have to live with yourself
But I'm trying to work that part out
So I can live a block or two away

It's getting harder to believe
In my false sense of superiority
That the drugs I don't do and the meat I don't eat
Somehow make you not as good as me
And I could not beat them but I did not join
I hit the mark but I missed the point
Alone for the weekend, for the rest of my life
While everyone else laughs and passes the light

And I look myself in the face
And ask, "What was the fucking point anyway?"

It's getting easier to doubt
All of the things that I used to shout
With my fist in the air, revolution in my mouth
Gone bitter and cold from never coming out
My immature ideals, so unrealistic
And my words on a page, so narcissistic
And I stutter and stammer and come off like a dick
A pragmatic, hypocrite, pessimist

And I look myself in the face
And ask, "What was the fucking point anyway?
Why do I always have to complain?
Why can't I ever stay where I want to stay?
Why do I ascribe meaning to the mundane?
And ask, "What was the fucking point anyway?""

Life was shouting her answers in my ear
But after all the house shows, bars, and venues, my ringing ears could not hear
What did I expect her to say to me?
That everything's okay? It's not, and it never will be
That everything has a purpose? Someday it will all make sense?
Well fuck that! And fuck you! I don't need a master plan!
I've got everything I need
I've got you and you and you and you and you and you've all got me!

So let's stop living in the past
Let's stop living for the ever fleeting present
Let's stop living for what's next
Because eventually the only thing left is death
Let's stop living for a God that don't exist
Let's stop living for those who see us as votes and statistics
Let's stop living for country, creed, race, class, and sect and
Let's start living for each other because we're all that's left

We're the only thing that's left