The battle is over Here we all lie In a dry sea of solo cups With the Sun in our eyes But it's one of those endings Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life I guess the show's going on So we pick up the pieces We dropped for a song And an ear-splitting headache That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for but I can leave this part out of the story I write And there are worse ways to start the first day of the rest of my life Roommates, friends, lovers Quiet I'm coming to, I'm turning myself into something A little less promising A little more useful The battle is over We lost but we'll live to call off the war don't that Ceiling look high from the floor Don't it hurt just to move as we shrink From the light as it pierces our bodies And thaws out our hearts what a great Way to start the first day of the rest of the rest of my life
