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 you looked at yourself
  And stop blaming life on someone else