Go Outside

Now you're looking at the people around us and say, "man, what a beautiful house"
You say "there's more to life than growing old with children you can't tolerate"
Now I see you're more macabre than ever as we walk across the hall
I say "there's more to life than complaining about the things out of your control"

And I know you're barely holding on
Please stay with me, I need you more now that he's gone
So you and I, will go outside
And we'll detest the folks who laugh instead of cry

We'll key their cars
In the Parking Lot
Of the church we spent the latter of our lives



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Writer(s): A. Max Adams
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