Artist：blink 182
Songs Title：lemmings

A freight train to the right, feeling that sting of pride
Its fucking with me, its fucking with you
Alls fair in love and war until you say it isnt but youre 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?
Im only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now Im gonna
Throw it away, Ill 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
Theyre still there, but weve gone our own ways
I know its 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?
Im only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now Im gonna
Throw it away, Ill throw it away （yeah）

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
Im only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now Im gonna
Throw it away, Ill throw it away （yeah）

Youre gonna drown in the mess you make
Your self-inflicted hate

You turn your back on the friends you lose
When they dont follow all your rules
But people are what they wanna be

Theyre not lemmings to the sea

Maybe its time you looked at yourself
And stop blaming life on someone else