A freight train to the right, feeling that sting of pride   It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you   All's fair in love and war until you say it isn't but you're wrong      Words on the back of flyers, my clothes are in the dryer   It means nothing, nothing is changing   La familia is dead and gone, the children grew up and moved on      Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?   I'm only asking for what is mine   I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna   Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah      Prime select and a box of glazed, pulling fly-bys on days   When we were young and innocent   Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit      Laughing at the bands we hate, all the spots we used to skate   They're still there, but we've gone our own ways   I know it's for the best but sometimes I wonder   Will I ever have friends like you again?      Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?   I'm only asking for what is mine   I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna   Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah      Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?   I'm only asking for what is mine   I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna   Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah      You're gonna drown in the mess you make   Your self-inflicted hate   You turn your back on the friends you lose   When they don't follow all your rules      But people are what they wanna be   They're not lemmings to the sea   Maybe it's time that you looked at yourself   And stop blaming life on someone else