Getting Over It

hanging out among the living dead

things seem to come up

short of everything

you ever wanted in your life

meeting at the cemetery gates

go through the motions

what's the difference when

your hiding everything you need

i remember times

when you were so scared of getting old

i remember lies

that you were so scared of being told

it's not a question why

you just didn't want to be alone

times forgetting

now you're getting over it

it doesn't really matter what was said

down at the graveyard

digging up the dirt

and scattering the bones around

systematic breaking all the rules

you play the rebel

turning over headstones

just to keep from getting down

don't be frightened of the living dead

backed in a corner

now is the time to go outside

and find yourself some life

something's going on inside your head

back in a corner

lost along with so called friends

don't let the dreams all die