This is the saddest state for those who can relate; We'll line the streets and we'll push on today This is a broken love song for those done in wrong; We'll take on the worst of our fate In 1999 when all was looking fine, I was so unaware; I'm sure you've had your share Every corner that you turn down leads nowhere Me waiting for your call, it made no sense at all The waste of time my heart has yet to find Step outside to see it's raining all thru the night (So get your feet wet, and change your mindset) It won't be long now, that I found you It won't be long, now that I figured you out By now you've read thru letters with goodbye headers; The art of the "so long, fuck you" But come to find no meaning; You're just left thinking "tomorrow will bring something new" In 1998, the year I called the great, I had the best of friends and little dead-end girlfriends Breaking bottles contemplating how it ends