The battle is over.

Here we all lie

In a dry sea of Solo cups

With the sun in our eyes.

But it's one of those endings

Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more.

What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life.

I guess the show's going on.

So we pick up the pieces

We dropped for a song

And an ear-splitting headache

That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for.

But I can leave this part out of the story I write.

And there are worse ways to start the first day of the rest of my life.

Roommates, friends, lovers - quiet.

I'm coming to.

I'm turning myself into something a little less promising,

A little more useful.

The battle is over.

We lost, but we'll live to call off the war.

Don't that ceiling look high from the floor?

Don't it hurt just to move

As we shrink from the light?

As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts.

What a great way to start the first day of the rest of

The rest of my life.