everyone but me

we plow a similar field

of all the bones of remembered hearts

and all the crackpot dreams

and all the backroom art

we run a similar course

on a track laid with broken glass

so tie your shoes real tight

it goes by real fast

mother and father

now that you're gone

it's not nearly long enough

still it seems too long

i gave up my name for you

gave up my edge

it made me bleed

and i pleased everyone

i mean everyone but me

there behind the closing door

i'm not enough and then too much

our strange and beautiful lives

fade and turn to dust

mother and father

now that you're gone

it's not nearly long enough

still it seems too long

it's just wasn't long enough

still it seems too long