there are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground
  there's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud
  if i could take them down off of that mountain shelf
  we used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now yeah
    we're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
  forty hours television and prescription pills
  well i take two a day to make my brain behave
  it never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid
    so that's fine, yeah come by we'll take the afternoon off
  we can kiss and undress or if you want just talk
  cause i've got nothing real, just empty space to fill
  and you're my girl i like your style just imagine all the time we could kill
    and time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die
  so let's just sip it real slow
  yeah we can nurse it all night
  try to believe that once it's gone
  we'll pour another round and come back to life
  come right back
    i guess i'm moving faster now or that's what they said
  and though some days still take forever i can't disagree
  because it seems to me that i wake up and sleep
  look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between
    but i remember counting days down 'til the year could be done
  so i could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn
  and disappear again into a summer's bliss
  of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends
    that's gone and i know that it won't ever come back
  i accept i won't cling to what i had in the past
  but life's a slippery slope, regret's the steepest hill
  hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere
  in the middle
    and i'm not saying that i know what i want
  but i know what i don't, don't want to rot in my room
  and never know what could have been
  believe what everyone else tells me is true
  yeah, they say 'true'
  that's what they say