I'm ready to embrace this, I'm ready for repair I've got so many layers left by amateur painters who covered over what was there I stuffed myself sick on your memory and the beautiful mess we'd made But I'm so tired of being inspired only when things slip away They told me time would strip it all free and leave me bone dry They told me time would strip it all free but I'm no better than when I left here the first time I'm ready to erase this, I'm ready to begin Spent myself trying to change all the beauty we d made just to want it all back again And with the clouds moving in, this hardly looks like the same moon And with the leaves all gone the trees that once stood strong now look pinched and cruel
(someone requests "Africa" by Toto)
Does it fucking say Howie Day on the marquee outside? No, it doesn't, it says Matt Fucking Nathanson. I don't go around slapping people in my tour bus. No, I'm just kidding, he's a good kid.