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, though 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 you're not aware of
The package of devils you're opening up

Your life came loose, you're headed down the slide
And 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
When you consigned me
To where you'll find me
In the dustbin of history

When 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 wrong

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 a 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 out for another year
And when it's over, I'll be waiting here for you
Whenever
We'll be together
In the dustbin of history

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