From The Get Go

if it were may
maybe i'd still be trying
to hit the hay
or catch some silver linings

but that's gone
it's not may
i wish your whine would stop
go sulk now
be sorry
pow-wow and sing your song

come on come on now
i'm just too tired
no you're not done

oh no
just walk it off

man, there's no way
this kid won't quite his whining
his thoughts will stay
this time i won't be buying

what's up now
you heard me
you thought my mind was shot
i'm burnt now
you hurt me
you said this time was ours

i'm gone