Damn, Julie. Damn.

I used to hate this place, and now it’s all that we’ve got
The empty halls are closing their doors and we’re singing with acoustic guitars
in parking lots
So crowd into this room and we’ll sing the things that still have purpose
Cut these breakers and we’ll dance in the dark
Flood the room, and we’ll sing till our lungs will burst
Add a spark and we’ll keep on moving
Cut these breakers and we’ll dance
So I’ll let this needle run through the etchings and forget the bad days
And if this record skips, then I will try and keep my thoughts positive
Because if not, I’ll be up all night
As the lights go down, we think of all the fun we’ve had
If we close our eyes, maybe this won’t hurt so bad