you should be here standing next to me tell me how I'm wasting all my life on this jones beach never seemed so far away [bad word] these city streets they'll always lie they've seen so many tears hidden throughout these years perfect home picket fence did you even know I was gone keep a stiff upper lip keep your hopes up keep your hopes up keep your heart up here we are throwing rocks at a pile of dirt and everyone is telling me how this is supposed to hurt I don't feel bad I don't feel anything at all this place is a tomb this place makes me sick long island is why long island makes me wanna die leaves change like the smile on your face when you realized that joke wasn't quite so funny as when you were a kid these united states are a graveyard I wish I could dig you up and bring you home