For Good - Rudiments

No more shooting bottle rockets in the park anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

Not more listening to records after dark anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more taking little drives 'round in your car anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more staying up all night or reading cards anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more we

No more us

It’s just me, left holding an empty bag

Now, no more me

No more running to the store for milk and smokes anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more stoned afternoons, or charming thoughts anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more tangling up your arms on moving floors anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

No more candy apple grey under stars anymore

You’re gone for good, gone for good

Oh, no more we

No more us

Well, it’s just me, left holding an empty bag

Now, no more me

Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds

Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds

It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man

'Cause silence isn’t good enough no more

It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man

This silence isn’t good enough no more

Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you know what’s inside?

Surprises aren’t surprising anymore

If you look me in the eye, can you tell me what’s a lie?

Surprises aren’t surprising anymore

Surprises aren’t surprising anymore

Surprises aren’t surprising anymore

Fill the empty bag