Against Me!. White Crosses. Ache With Me. Zeneszám

I've walked down high streets looking through windows.
I've been lost in crowds of strangers.
Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads, bus stops and libraries.
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces, television stations, billboard advertisements.
Your voice echoes in the back of my mind.
I see your face when I close my eyes.

Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized all the things you'll never be?

Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism.
I've got no judgement for you.
Come on and ache with me.

Through bar rooms, caf