Songtexte Punk Rock, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down - Music is the Enemy

As I search through the memories
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
I remember the names of my friends
But their faces are all a blur
My brothers lay dead around me
At least that's what I choose to see
In truth, there was no war
Just a young boy's fantasies
We were gonna change the world
Or at least stand and fight
But we were just talking
Balling our fists at an empty sky
I remember when we used to sing these words
It made it all worthwhile
And we still fought
We fought with passion
I believe I'll look back on these days
Wish that I had died on that stage
I believe I'll look back on these days
And wish that I had died on that stage
I believe I'll look back on these days
And wish that I had died on that stage
I believe I'll look back on these days
Wish that I had died on that stage
And to whoever the fuck is listening
I wasn't ready
And to whoever the fuck is listening
I wasn't ready
And to whoever the fuck is listening
I wasn't ready
And to whoever the fuck is listening
I wasn't ready