The middle distance hides the future
If you know how to find it
After all: not much to look at in your
Two-hundred square foot apartment
It's a habit I fall into
Looking for The Pale Rider in my reflection
But now I only see
The marks you left in me
Screaming like a banshee
You'll never catch me mourning
The good ol' days
But seventeen was nice
Twisted by a past-tense brain
Youth is just a price I pay
To be who I am today
And I know I can be better
You can't be a f*ck-up forever
Rage against the setting sun
Cursing it like it owes me something
But as the streetlights flicker on
I tell myself I don't care at all
But the truth is so much more exhausting
I wanna be old when they
Put me in the ground
But if you go first
I'm not sure if I'm sticking around
It's been a rough year
And I don't wanna dwell
But everyone I love is suffering
So hey you might as well
Rage against the setting sun
Cursing it like it owes me something
But as the streetlights flicker on
I tell myself I don't care at all
But the truth is so much more exhausting
This could be heaven
If we want it
But by the looks of things
I guess not
I guess not
I guess not
I guess not
Rage against the setting sun
(THIS COULD BE HEAVEN, THIS COULD BE HEAVEN)
Cursing it like it owes me something
(THIS COULD BE HEAVEN, THIS COULD BE HEAVEN)
But as the streetlights flicker on
(THIS COULD BE HEAVEN, THIS COULD BE HEAVEN)
I tell myself I don't care at all
But the truth is so much more exhausting