No More Birthdays Lyrics

Where you been hiding lately

We were starting to think that you'd forgotten us all

But here you are

Looking like something the dog dug up

What was the point of your absence

Out of sight, out of mind is a two-way street

But I understand

You wear the bruises of a working week

Is this the good life, is it limbo

As you hold your arms akimbo

No more birthdays for you now

These wasted years don't really count

You only want for a clean break

With your English despair and your Irish goodbye

But you won't be at the wake

To tally the kind words and the teary eyes

You'll have to imagine their faces

Twisted up as they strain to recall

The impression you made

If you made one at all

Is this the good life, is it limbo

As you hold your arms akimbo

No more birthdays for you now

These wasted years don't really count

Take it down a few

Decibels, why don't you

You're not playing a packed room

And nature abhors a vacuum

You've got some light left in you

But not so much you can squander

Now you can follow your own path

Or you can aimlessly wander

Is this the good life, is it limbo

As you hold your arms akimbo

No more birthdays for you now

These wasted years don't really count

Is it everything you pictured

Is this just a draft or is it scripture

Do you have a wish left in you

Do you expect us all to miss you