I was born into midlife crisis and I still haven't gotten out of it I thought a stronger mind would help me out but no I haven't gotten anything, no There was a spark given from someone I knew before But I guess hope just drags me down under even more Because I lost track and descended to a higher fall You think I'd pick it up and repeat it all, saying: There you go again But here I am I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone When I'm gone I'll never be your perfect son, no And so I guess i messed up this time again I couldn't handle the framework I was working in I thought the devil would help when I sold my soul But no I haven't gotten anything, no And I thought I could preserve all my consistency By giving middle fingers to the world And then at me but all I did was write my antemortem eulogy Thinking my time is coming soon But I guess we'll go again so here I am I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone When I'm gone I'll never be your perfect son so here I am I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone When I'm gone I'll never be your perfect son, no No, no more songs going on about hope again No more pious staring up at the tightrope end No leap of faith too late to try to pretend No, no more nervous breakdown breaking bones Like a thunder striking down when you're all alone And you try to get up over, over, over and again No, no more longing for just another remedy No more trading fulfillment for ecstasy No more puny deadbeat boy chasing therapy No more cynical anger as a necessity No more fear here facing the elegy No more wait and hate for inconsistency No more raising half-mast flags for poetry I'll just raise one for the road 'cause I know we're getting to the end And I know I will be dead then, but I guess we'll go again I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone When I'm gone I'll never be your perfect son so here I am I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone When I'm gone I'll never be your perfect son, no