The Day the Music Dies

Iceage - The day the music dies

It takes character to make a decision

It takes more to stand firm and follow through

But some stand points are more than I can live up to

Performed an exorcism on myself

Cited prayers and rites of deliverance

Yet here I am somehow still possessed

The future's never starting

The present never ends

I left us both bombarded

But I'm not here to make amends

Fondling the thighs of forfeit

I guess I can't brush aside

I'm waiting for the day the music dies

Oh the places one looks for makeshift

I tried to ruin myself for you

Hoping that you'd rather resent than miss

How can one kill an impulsion

When it's still kicking and breathing

Forces are a cut above the will of the self

The future's never starting

The present never ends

I left us both bombarded

But I'm not here to make amends

Fondling the thighs of forfeit

I guess I can't brush aside

I'm waiting for the day the music dies

Jumping from one bosom to the next

Hitting every branch in the fall

Beaten to a pulp by every caress

In the tempest unaffected by it all

And I'm hoping that the end is nigh

I'm waiting for the day the music

Waiting for the day the music dies