The battle is over
Here we all lie
In a dry sea of Solo cups
With the sun in our eyes
But it's one of those endings
Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more
What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life
I guess the show's going on
So we pick up the pieces
We dropped for a song
And an ear-splitting headache
That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for
But I can leave this part out of the story I write
There are worse ways to start the first day of the rest of my life
Roommates, friends, lovers - quiet
I'm coming to
I'm turning myself into something a little less promising
A little more useful
The battle is over
We lost, but we'll live to call off the war
Don't that ceiling look high from the floor?
Don't it hurt just to move
As we shrink from the light?
As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts
What a great way to start the first day of the rest of
The rest, the rest of my life