Without heaven, without sin, you make your way again, saying
“I don’t need anyone else, I don’t need anyone else”
Whoever thought having a body would get as weird as this
“I don’t need anything else, nothing else, nothing else”

Water burning black, stars shining back, another nostalgia attack
If I could tell you, then I would tell you
Sky’s on fire, my heart’s a liar, I’ve nothing more to say
It’s almost all gone away, I’m almost all gone away


These days, these days, these days:
Ideas are all that seem to be left these days
My friends in the wasteland, made by our own hand—
You ask yourself, what am I doing when everything is ruined


Boys clutching pearls in front of girls/who swoons over you?
“Don’t make me say don’t make me say don’t make me say don’t make me say”
It’s a new sun you’ve never seen from the ashes of a teenage dream
“What did I know what did I know what did I know what did I know”

You & me, we both agreed that we were like family—
Written in ink, written in blood, on our skin with all the mud—
But can I be your brother if I feel like something other?
It’s all set up like before, but I’m not that person anymore


These days, these days, these days:
I don’t know what kind of human I am these days
I used to be pretty sure about everything in the world
But some sacred sensuality keeps eluding me
And I don’t know my own body


I don’t remember where I came from—I only know where I changed
But as soon as I get back, it all starts to rearrange
I used to point and laugh with you—would do anything you asked me to
But some of us have been to hell, I remember all too well


These days, these days, these days:
I don’t know what kind of human I am these days
My friends in the wasteland, made by our own hand—
Locked up in my head, if I were you I’d say:
”These days, these days, these days:
I don’t know who I am anymore these days"
I used to be pretty sure about everything in the world
But if this is the future, then there’s nothing new here

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You’ll never be alone at home
Or so they tell me, I don’t think I’ll ever know
How to fit into all these different schemes
Without becoming any one thing
Our lives will never ever be the same
Even if we have similar sounding names
Charting different roads through this land that is not our own
The sins of the father are unavoidable