The battle is over
Here we all lie
In a dry sea of solo cups
With the Sun in our eyes
But it's one of those endings
Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more
What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life
I guess the show's going on
So we pick up the pieces
We dropped for a song
And an ear-splitting headache
That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for but I can leave this part out of the story I write
And there are worse ways to start the first day of the 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
We 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 we shrink
From the light as it pierces our bodies
And thaws out our hearts what a great
Way to start the first day of the rest of the rest of my life