Why dont you write your mother
Why dont you call your family
Theyre expecting an answer
Spare them your strange behavior
What of your expectations
Werent you going to show us all
Some new kind of dancer
This seasons singing savior

Im too far gone, and its no use pretending
I could ever forget what I done
Im already too far gone,
I got no bridges left to burn
Its better to keep moving on
Its such a long way down, too far to fall
Too much trouble to turn back around

Think of your friends and neighbors
Suffering through your lamest years
You must owe them something
Come now, you must remember
Havent you finished playing
Get down to business soon
Because your lean years are coming
June now, but come december