Cul-De-Sac
The Wonder Years Lyrics

I've been leaving messages on an answering machine
I've been trying to reach out to someone who's not there to listen.

In a house that's always empty, so I know nobody's listening.
The place I'm calling is constantly vacant, which confirms no one's hearing my messages.

I've been confessing my transgressions over tape hiss
I've been admitting my mistakes through a recording with a lot of background noise.

And the silence makes me sick.
The absence of response is making me feel ill.

No good can come from this.
This situation will not lead to anything positive.

I'm letting go.
I'm releasing my grip on the past.

I've been holding on like poison ivy
I've been grasping onto something harmful that's been hurting me.

Out of cold suburban concrete
From the impersonal and dull environment of suburbia.

From this careless urban sprawl.
From the reckless and disorganized cityscape.

You know we can't keep out of trouble.
We have a history of getting into difficulties.

I thought my kids would call you uncle.
I believed you would have a positive impact on my family to the point that they would call you 'uncle.'

I thought we'd never be alone.
I believed we would always have each other's company.

I've got images of you inside my head
You're stuck in my mind.

Outside of the gas station where we always used to shoplift.
I associate you with the location where we used to steal.

It's car-crash rhetoric.
It's tragic and painful to remember.

We fucked up everything we came in contact with.
We ruined anything we touched.

Just boyhood recklessness.
Our actions were just childish and impulsive.

If you walked me home, you'd know how weak my arms got.
If you accompanied me home, you'd see how exhausted and helpless I feel.

I just can't carry you.
I can't continue to support and take care of you.

If you walked me home, I know I'd have flashbacks
If we were together again, I would remember the good times we had.

Of snow angels and gut laughs.
Of highly enjoyable experiences.

but you won't.
I know you won't come with me.

You're all alone on some bullshit, pill-bottle vision quest.
You're on a meaningless path of using drugs to find some sort of meaning.

If you walked me home, I don't know when I would finally
I don't know if walking home together would lead to any resolution.

Work up the backbone to walk alone.
Find the courage to face my problems alone.

I loved you, but I have to.
I cared for you, but I need to let go.