The Dustbin of History

You don’t have to worry now*
It’s never again again
You don’t have to figure it out
You wouldn’t know where to begin
It’s so simple, but neither of us know
What might have been
'Cause you saw through the label
And you saw through the skin
When you saw through the cable
I won’t see you again
You can count on your pebbles
And your night will wear of
A package of devils to open it up
If life can’t (?) headed down the slide
Then that’s one truth that can never be denied
Now we’ll need a map to find the other side.
It’s not exactly what you had in mind.
Well you can sign me
Cue where you’ll find me
In the dustbin of history
Where what you thought was almost gone
Keeps going on and on and on
You say that you’d rather not say
You say everybody was loved
Now you’re looking for anything at all to hang it on
And you’re at the foundation
And you’re making a mess
When you finish erasing
There won’t be much left.
Welcome to obsolescence.
It’s kind of the thrill.
One of life’s little lessons happening still
We’ll steal your old illustrious career
It feels so cold and sounds so insincere
But then you might just hold on for another year
And when it’s over I’ll be waiting here
But you whenever
We’ll be together
In the dustbin of history
History (3x)