I grew up angry in a worthless little town
All the postcards that you send me only serve to bring me down
And I know I'm being negative, but everything's a bust
'Cause I'm thinking of you constantly, a little thing called trust
Why are you sad when everything's so full of light?
Why can't you let me ease your pain another night?
I woke up early every day of middle school
An alarm set for 5:30, wearing band shirts like a Tool
And I miss that sense of purpose but I sure don't miss those friends
Every social interaction, just a means to someone's end
Why are you sad when everything's so full of light?
Why can't you let me ease your pain another night?
Our eyes are open but somehow we're flying blind
And our thoughts keep straying back to all the friends we left behind
While they're growing up and aging in their dirty little town
We're turning our attention back to what we're burning down
Why are you sad when everything's so full of light?
Why can't you let me ease your pain another night?
Why are you sad when everything's so full of light?
Why can't you let me ease your pain another night?