Take me back to the parking lot,   I understand that it don’t mean a lot,   We’re fucking awkward and I love it.   And it’s not political,   There’s still three men in a prison cell,   And I’m just doing what I can.      Karma makes for vicious cycles,   And I, I don’t believe in revenge,   My bike was stolen about a week ago.   It makes for a funny feeling,   I try not to own anything worth stealing.   There’s a lesson in there somewhere I know.      Mustached and uniformed bitterness.    A quest at best it’s hit or miss.    Enforced and bred hostilities.    They say it’s not political    To put three men in a prison cell    When they can’t look him in the eye.       If we fall back on what’s the wisdom of the age,   To sit and rot away inside a cage,   It’s the safest call.   All I ask is there anything more outside this frame,   Is there any room for change   To be changed at all?      So we sang “SMASH THE STATE!” for a couple of hours,   Till we got dragged down by the superpowers,   And I don’t know if it’s right, but it’s better than nihilism.   And then Benjy said “leave me out of that crap,   I put too much in and I got nothing back.”   And I know that he’s right, but what’s left, nihilism?      Take me back to the parking lot,   I understand that it don’t mean a lot,   We’re fucking awkward and I love it.   And it’s not political,   There’s still three men in a prison cell,   And I’m just doing what I can.      It didn’t stop raining for the month of June.   You know I wouldn’t mind being stuck in the rain with you.   I don’t know if I believe in love, but it’s better than nihilism.