Tommy, guard the house, I'm takin' off Keep the dust out of my room I'll prob'ly be gone for a while All these things come crashin' down like cannon balls I got the wits knocked out of me I gotta make sense of it all Just keep breathing I've been takin' tons of little pills To make my heavy head fall off To make my subconscious shut up But she says there's decisions that I gotta make And oh, I keep dreaming of a wide Open ceiling where we Pull a Peter Pan and fly our Sorry butts back to our old cul-de-sac and Dude, I really miss you Yeah dude, I really miss you Dude, I really miss you Yeah dude, I really miss you So now I'm waitin' 'til I run out of oxygen I'm bankin' on this 2012 thing to resolve 'Cause maybe if we kiss the funny face of apocalypse Oh, it would be so relieving if we all stopped breathing, that's all I'm just a juvenile product of culture And I'm getting older I just need to sack-up and face it, but Dude, I really miss you Yeah dude, I really miss you Dude, I really miss you Yeah dude, I really miss you And all the things that we swore off Well, they're happening to us now I know I can't sit quiet But I don't know what else to do