No more shooting bottle rockets in the park anymore You're gone for good, gone for good Not more listening to records after dark anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more taking little drives 'round in your car anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more staying up all night or reading cards anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more we No more us It's just me, left holding an empty bag Now, no more me No more running to the store for milk and smokes anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more stoned afternoons, or charming thoughts anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more tangling up your arms on moving floors anymore You're gone for good, gone for good No more candy apple grey under stars anymore You're gone for good, gone for good Oh, no more we No more us Well, it's just me, left holding an empty bag Now, no more me Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds Fight the hand that feeds, fight the hand that feeds It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man 'Cause silence isn't good enough no more It takes a spiteful hand to feed this unpleasant man This silence isn't good enough no more Can you look me in the eye, and tell me you know what's inside? Surprises aren't surprising anymore If you look me in the eye, can you tell me what's a lie? Surprises aren't surprising anymore Surprises aren't surprising anymore Surprises aren't surprising anymore Fill the empty bag