Sitting in bed with you, no pills
Just like we've done a thousand times before
But I'm not as inspired as I was ten years ago
Oh, no

They say Sing right through the hard parts, you'll get to something good
But if you're not by my side, babe, I just wanna be adored
When the truth is I just want to be a dork again
With you by my side again

Like you were on the first day
And you still look so beautiful
So still, so frail
So white, so pale

Just like your mom, not like Shifra's son
I miss her oh so much but I'm afraid to call
Okay, it's gonna be okay
Because Daddy's here still breathing
Seeping out the venom
Seeping out the alcohol

And drugs and blood and cum and death and all the things they have left
To show for what they killed the people for
I can't stand living through this Stand
I'm no Stephen King
I am the poor man's Christopher Carrabba
But you're by my side right now
You're by my side for now
And that's all I need

Sitting in bed with you, no pills
Just like I've done since you were born
And I hope someday you'll come back home
Because I miss my mom

After all she's done, I still miss my mom
But I can't talk to her until I'm allowed to
And she comes back to help me
The jar

The jarring noise shakes the baby in its formaldehyde
But I can't hide anymore
With you in the bed and the sun in my eyes
And the light in the day

For you I can try
For you I can try
For you I can try
For you I can try

They can't fucking take you from me
I will find you and I will be by yours side
In bed with you
No pills
No fucking pills
[Spoken Word, Max Bemis and Sherri Dupree Bemis:]
Max: So, what do you think?
Sherri: Umm... it's a lot
Max: It's good, right? It's heartfelt
Sherri: It's heavy
Max: I meant every word
Sherri: I could tell. It's sad, and I wanna die
Max: mmm...
Sherri: mmhmm
Max: mmm... No, it's emotional. It's what I do. That's why the song is emotional. Because our fans like emotional music. You have a problem with emotion?
Sherri: No... it's...
Max: It's going to have a whole ending
Sherri: It's okay
Max: You're freaking out...
Sherri: I'm not
Max: ...but it has this whole up tempo ending part. Let me play it...
Sherri: No
Max: ...hold on. Listen. Listen
Sherri: Not again. Please
Max: Fake drums. You've gotta imagine. So, like, it comes in. It's like, the little Travis Barker thing. Here we go. Okay. It's gonna be like. Get's happy!

Max, singing:And you're by my side again
Sherri: Cool, yeah, I uhh... i get, yeah...
Max, singing: And you're, and you're...
Sherri: Good
Max, singing: ...by my side again
Sherri: mmhmm. mmhmm
Max: Like that, but, like, in tune
Sherri: Okay
Max: And in tune. Can you imagine?
Sherri: Uh, yeah, I can....I think I can
Max, singing: side again
Max: you know, and the guitar part came in. The Jimmy Eat World guitar comes in De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo De Doo. You know, you know, do the time change if you can pull it off. Buh buhbow behduh bow. Okay, and then it's like, you get the mewithoutYou talking part that they need in the song
Sherri: A lot of references
Max: The Touche Amore, so to speak. You know? Doesn't matter what you say. You've gotta say it and it has to sound deep
Max, singing: And the sun. And the moon
Sherri: it's okay... that's... no...
Max, singing: They'll always shine on you
Max: And then the time change. Deddle do do deddle do do. GO
Max, singing: Somehow you still need me. Somehow you still love me, and I will keep breathing. I will. I will
Max: Sorry, my voice... and, uh... what are they... i don't know. Be like
Sherri: It's good. It's good. Keep going. Just a little more. I think I'm getting it finally
Max, singing: The blissful things that New Year's brings, and they pale compare to leave them there. Nostalgic void, my drug of choice. Losing my grenades through angel's voice
Max: I want you to approve of me
Sherri: Oh, no, I approve completely. It's, no, I love it. Really. I promise. You're great. You're awesome
Max: I need more enthusiasm. Stop curbing it
Sherri: Jesus Christ. Fuck
Max: So, what do you think?
Sherri: It's good, umm, but isn't it like 8 minutes long at this point?
Max: That's the funny part. Is that you think that that's, you know, counter intuitive to have a really long song. So what we do is, we curve... we fucking flip it on them
Sherri: Oh, okay
Max: And then, the next song, the last song on the record, is even fucking longer. With, like, twenty different parts
Sherri: Oh, okay. Uh huh. Max, I'm gonna be honest. You're nuts and that's a bad idea
Max: Well, you know. Tuh-may-toe, Tuh-mah-toe