Town Criers - Like Ochs, Like Cobain, Like Bennington Lyrics

Can't promise
That I'll make it to your wedding
Not even sure I'll make it
To my next birthday
Don't you regret
Investing so much time
In a thirty year old mess
That will disappear
Into the snow

In thirty whole years
The only things
I have ever loved
Are hopeless causes
That I can mourn
Before their time
Manifesting happiness
In a body bag

And maybe the pills
Can help stabilize my moods
But that's no cure
For being poor
And maybe therapy
Can help me think in the right ways
But it can't change
The failures of society

It might seem like a sad thing at first
But everything returns to the source
Matter dissipates and reforms
And you'll see some of me
In a new life form
Hopefully happier
And at peace with the whole damn world
Maybe

So it's me
Rambling again
Feeling sorry
For myself
And everyone else
Preparing
For one final
Irish goodbye
One last apology
You never asked for