This is the saddest state for those who can relate; 
 we’ll line the streets and we’ll push on today
 This is a broken love song for those done in wrong; 
 we’ll take on the worst of our fate
 In 1999 when all was looking fine, I was so unaware; 
 I’m sure you’ve had your share 
 Every corner that you turn down leads nowhere

 Me waiting for your call, it made no sense at all
 The waste of time my heart has yet to find
 Step outside to see it’s raining all [bad word] the night 
 (so get your feet wet, and change your mindset)

 It won’t be long now, that I found you
 It won’t be long, now that I figured you out

 By now you’ve read [bad word] letters with goodbye headers; 
 the art of the “so long, [bad word] you”
 [bad word] to find no meaning; you’re just left thinking 
 “tomorrow will bring something new”
 In 1998, the year I called the great, 
 I had the best of friends and little dead-end girlfriends
 Breaking bottles contemplating how it ends