Always thought I was a novelty little creature,   nobody warns you that the death of hope won’t feature   any sort of big event   to mark its significance      After we finish ourselves off, we ain’t leaving   it’s good to go down with an old friend believing   you better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight   you never left even though you’d said that you might   I come back here to remember what it was like      Only Dostoevsky would dream up a pair like us.         Thick skinned, hard headed, better off   you’re closing every valve to your bleeding heart   Does it hurt too much?   Are you just fed up?   Or is it something else entirely?      When I ask you why   you reply the death of hope hit you hard too…      Only Dostoevsky could kill off a pair like us.         You better bet, we’re gonna drown every doubt   the half of us that’s got the other half figured out   no good deed goes unpunished around here      You better bet, we’re gonna tie one on tonight   you never left even though you’d said that you might         I come back here to remember what we were like.