For Good

No more shooting bottle rockets in the park anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
Not more listening to records after dark anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
No more taking little drives 'round in your car anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
No more staying up all night or reading cards anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.

No more we,
No more us,
It's just me, left holding an empty bag,
Now, no more me.

No more running to the store for milk and smokes anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
No more stoned afternoons, or charming thoughts anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
No more tangling up your arms on moving floors anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.
No more candy apple grey under stars anymore,
You're gone for good, gone for good.

Oh, no more we,
No more us,
Well, it's just me, left holding an empty bag,
Now, no more me.

Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds.
Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds.

It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man,
'Cause silence isn't good enough no more.
It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man,
This silence isn't good enough no more.

Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you know what's inside?
Surprises aren't surprising anymore.
If you look me in the eye, can you tell me what's a lie?
Surprises aren't surprising anymore.

Surprises aren't surprising anymore.
Surprises aren't surprising anymore.

Fill the empty bag.