I've built up this collection of

Souvenirs from years of missed connections

I'm giving it all away

So here's a ripped up picture and

Here's an unused ticket from the show, the play, the game

I'm giving it all away

This is the part

This is the part where we start to feel better

And stop shutting up

We're all running out of time, waiting in line

This is the part where yr friend got sent and

All the big war words stop making sense

And you wonder how the money ever got spent

And you wonder how that motherfucker ever got in

This is the part where you get to realize that

Whether yr dad died, yr boy or yr girl lied

There are families on the other side

It's a start, it's the same place for any and all hearts

This is the part

This is the part where we start to feel