The Day the Music Dies

It takes character to make a decision
 It takes more to stand firm and follow through
 But some stand points are more than I can live up to
 Performed an exorcism on myself
 Cited prayers and rites of deliverance
 Yet here I am, somehow still possessed
 The future's never starting
 The present never ends
 I left us both bombarded
 But I'm not here to make amends
 Fondling the thighs of forfeit
 I guess I can't brush aside
 I'm waiting for the day the music dies
 Oh the places one looks for makeshift
 I tried to ruin myself for you
 Hoping that you'd rather resent than miss
 How can one kill an impulsion
 When it's still kicking and breathing
 Forces are a cut above the will of the self
 The future's never starting
 The present never ends
 I left us both bombarded
 But I'm not here to make amends
 Fondling the thighs of forfeit
 I guess I can't brush aside
 I'm waiting for the day the music dies
 Jumping from one bosom to the next
 Hitting every branch in the fall
 Beaten to a pulp by every caress
 In the tempest, unaffected by it all
 And I'm hoping that the end is nigh
 I'm waiting for the day the music
 Waiting for the day the music dies