As Good As You Remember
Sun down, waiting for the day's end
Looking at it way too long now
And the clock's run out
Everybody's nervous
I've been looking at it way too long
I'm in a funhouse
Everybody told me not to go
But here I am and still I remain 'til the end of the show
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the, I'm on the
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the silver screen
I feel so fucking happy
I feel so god damn clean
A kind of force you'll be reckoned with
I don't know where it ends
I feel myself slip out of the room
The spotlight fades, a different shade of gray will do
The taste on the tongue, as good as you remember
It's never the same again
Some things are better left unsaid, something's better off dead
No, I cannot sleep
Oh, I wish I could dream again
So far the ride is killing me
We are at a height we cannot comprehend
The fall is so far much farther than you would like to admit
The pavement hits so much harder just like they said
I'm cheap, I'm worried I'm plastic
What's the last twenty five years been
Would I, should I, if I could I would do it all again
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the, I'm on the
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the silver screen
I feel so fucking happy
I feel so god damn clean
The kind of force you'll be reckoned with
Looking at it way too long now
And the clock's run out
Everybody's nervous
I've been looking at it way too long
I'm in a funhouse
Everybody told me not to go
But here I am and still I remain 'til the end of the show
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the, I'm on the
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the silver screen
I feel so fucking happy
I feel so god damn clean
A kind of force you'll be reckoned with
I don't know where it ends
I feel myself slip out of the room
The spotlight fades, a different shade of gray will do
The taste on the tongue, as good as you remember
It's never the same again
Some things are better left unsaid, something's better off dead
No, I cannot sleep
Oh, I wish I could dream again
So far the ride is killing me
We are at a height we cannot comprehend
The fall is so far much farther than you would like to admit
The pavement hits so much harder just like they said
I'm cheap, I'm worried I'm plastic
What's the last twenty five years been
Would I, should I, if I could I would do it all again
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the, I'm on the
Hey Mom, I'm on the TV
Hey Mom, I'm on the silver screen
I feel so fucking happy
I feel so god damn clean
The kind of force you'll be reckoned with
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Brezak
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