A toast to the sorrow. Here's to the pain! They cradle the love and the endless joy in their cast iron frame. What did you wish for? Did it come true? Or did it fade to the back like so many memories you knew? "Therein lies the difference between me and you," he said. "You keep on looking for answers, but I'll keep my crutches. I'll bet you a dollar to your dime, you can keep what's yours. I'll stay here with mine." A turn on the headstone. Cheers from the grave! Throw it all to the grinding wheel 'til there's nothing left to save. When the day turns to nightfall, we shuffle the floor; inconceivable just to go to sleep without reaching for some more. It's the faintest line 'tween your world and mine, but it may as well be an ocean. You're looking for answers all the time. I'll throw your words right back at you, paint this jail cell ceiling blue, and call you a liar for seeing the world outside.