So long, goodbye
I'll see you when I see you
You can pick the street
I'll meet you on the other side

So long, goodbye
Do I really have to finish?
Do returns always diminish?
Did I say that right?

Does anybody want a song
When no one's listening in the background?
So this is how it ends
I promise never to record again

So long, goodbye
I'm losing my willpower
Has it only been an hour?
No, that can't be right

So long, goodbye
Hey, here's a fun idea
How about I sit on the couch
And I let you write one
I want to hear you write a song

When no one's listening in the background
So this is how it ends
I promise never to record again

Am I going crazy?
What do I even know?
Am I right back where I started all these years ago?
I want to guess the ending
If it even does
I swear to God that all I ever wanted

Was a little bit of everything all of the time
A bit of everything all of the time
Empathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime
I'm finished playing and I'm staying inside

If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke I'll panic
So call me up and sing me a song
When I'm fully irrelevant and totally boring, damn it
Call me up and sing me a song

Oh shit
You wrote this bullshit at a time like this

Well, well, look who's inside again
Went out to look for a reason to hide again
Well, well, buddy you found it
So come out with your hands up
We've got you surrounded