Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds

Pretty soon we'll be trading stories

What ever happened to the baby that I used to know

I sit here staring as my body grows cold



And when you tell me I feel fine

And when you touch me I feel

Fine



I caught you flirting with my memory

You said that she was just a friend

Some things are better when they're standing in front of me

Some things grow bitter when they're near the end



Say goodbye to the vinyl we had

Say goodbye to the radio songs

You said you'd always keep around

I don't know if I'll be happy

I don't know if I'll be sad

I'll always be there when you drown



I'll place my why inside your sympathy

I'll leave my x beside your o

My generation is a runaway centipede

My generation is about to go