There’s no more holding on. No more holding back. You’re just in time for my final act. There’s a knife, there’s a gun, I’ve got some pills and some booze, tie myself to train tracks, or hang from a noose. Either way, this will all be over soon. The next time you see me, I’ll be on the evening news. I’m wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever. To escape I would take my own life just for the pleasure. There’s no life flashing before my eyes. I’m dying to see the other side. There’s a wake. Closed casket, open seats, with black roses surrounding a picture of me. My mother. The only one who weeps over a tombstone that reads, “Out of his misery.” You did this to me. You’ll see. You’ll be sorry.
Been waiting for this to be on vinyl forever. This album is an absolute classic, and will always remind me of college. Life's too short, and if you don't take time for the little things, You're Gonna Miss It All. Mikey