Hoping

That I’m more than a rock in your shoe

That I’m more than just turning the screws

But this stick in your spokes isn’t new

(Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)

Painting hearts on the lock of your cage

Screaming you were born in the wrong age

And stories that come from the grave

Are all that’s worth listening to

And this is aftermath

Only aftermath

And this is aftermath

Only aftermath

Dosing

Nostalgia like a drug

It helps you to get through the day

When you find you have nothing to say

(Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)

Dreaming

Of what you would call good old days

Of times that have long gone away

Or to back to when you knew what to say

But I’m not

Pining for the past

And you warned me that nothing will last

And I couldn’t help but to laugh

That’s always been obvious

This isn’t aftermath

It’s just anothеr path

This isn’t aftermath

It’s just another path

This isn’t aftermath

It’s just anothеr path

This isn’t aftermath

It’s just another path