Drained

Sometimes I can't erase the memory, that took your place.
Sometimes I cannot face the memory, of a place.
Sometimes I cannot place the memory, of a face.
But is that reason to feel angry, or out of place.

Sometimes I want to sing your praises, and let it ring.
Sometimes I want to turn the pages, see what it brings.
Sometimes I want to go where Rage is, and hear them sing.
But I hear angst can be contagious, among other things.

And I'm drained.
I went up like a rocket.
And I'm drained.
I came down like a comet.
It's insane...It's insane...
How I'm drained.
And I'll never be the same...

Sometimes I wish I took up smoking, when I was young.
But then again I must be joking, that's a smoking gun.
So here is to 'here's hoping,' and having fun.
Take this memory as a token, of my appreciation.

And I'm drained.
I went up like a rocket.
And I'm drained.
I came down like a comet.
It's insane...It's insane...
How I'm drained.
And I'll never be the same...

It's like a dream, but you never close your eyes and,
You always wake before you get to the horizon,
You know it's coming, but it's always a surprise end.

You wanna cry, but you're really feeling no pain,
You're getting high, but you never touched the cocaine,
And for a while everything is really okay...
It's okay...
It's okay...
It's okay.

It really was a nice occasion, but bittersweet.
And now I'm wrinkled like a raisin, in the heat.
And I know I'm becoming brazen, and indiscreet.
But is that reason to go crazy, it's just me...

Becoming drained.
I went up like a rocket.
And I'm drained.
I came down like a comet.
It's insane...It's insane...
How I'm drained.
And I'll never be the same...again.

Credits
Lyrics: St. Amand

Guitar: Smith
Bass: Newman
Drums: Schwaninger