I've built up this collection of 
Souvenirs from years of missed connections 
I'm giving it all away 
So here's a ripped up picture and 
Here's an unused ticket from the show, the play, the game 
I'm giving it all away 
This is the part 

This is the part where we start to feel better 
And stop shutting up 
We're [bad word] out of time, waiting in line 

This is the part where yr friend got sent and 
All the big war words stop making sense 
And you wonder how the money ever got spent 
And you wonder how that [bad word] ever got in 
This is the part where you get to realize that 
Whether yr dad died, yr boy or yr girl lied 
There are families on the other side 
It's a start, it's the same place for any and all hearts 
This is the part 

This is the part where we start to feel