POP-PUNK MEMENTO- It’s been a long time since last I fell in love. It’s been a long time since I knew what it was. Always the wrong time, and I know I’m not as tough as the man you claim to love these days. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. It’s been a long time since last I felt alive. It’s been a long time but now its do or die and if I don’t, I will just lay down and cry a lonely lullaby to ease my pain. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. It’s been a long, long, long time. Another sad song in a happy tempo. Another pop-punk memento. You can keep it like a secret underneath your pillow. Don’t give me too much credit. What the hell do I know? But a sad song on a bright day is better than a bad song stuck in my head, stuck on the highway. And I had something to say. I forgot it, must’ve lost it along the way. It’s been a long time, I’ve been locked inside this cell. Charged for the wrong crime but I guess its just as well. Doing hard time whether or not I’m in or out, still a prisoner of my doubt and of my shame. And there are engagement rings at the bottom of the East River. They’ll never get to shine on a bride-to-be’s finger. So, we will sing a song of their lament and for the feet in that same river wearing shoes made of cement. Its been a long, long, long time.