Stick With Me, Kid

If this is where your friends get off, I say let 'em go
you don't have to waste your breath anymore
Now that you've realized that the scene has passed you by
have you learned how to deal with your ordinary life
your shelves are lined with books you've never read
you've no respect for one-way conversations with the dead
You're sick of dodging compliments
and when you're seen out on the town now
you're seen brandishing your fists
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own
so let's tear each other down
We all have our crutches but your friends are your wheelchair
they'll take you down the hills but they won't help you with the stairs
I've seen it all before you can't shock me with the news
watched you drown yourself in debt paying other people's dues
if they haven't learned by now, I guess they never will
seems they can't be bothered but they know somebeody will
You're sick of dodging compliments
and when you're seen out on the town now
you're seen brandishing your fists
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own
Out on the town with knuckles bare
sewn and patched up in these rags you wear
you're so gracefully
falling apart
You're sick of dodging compliments
and when you're seen out on the town now
you're seen brandishing your fists
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own
so let's tear each other down