Slamming a warehouse-sized door on your life,
Getting your heart caught in the collision.
Yank it out, walk out of the room --
Too much history without revision.

Too many ghosts, too much electricity,
Too many emotions, too few sincerities,
Too many words with too little meaning.
Crack open a bottle and pass it 'round.

This circle once seemed familiar to me;
Now my old best friend starts feelin' like an enemy.
What he calls honest feels like betrayal to me --
Oh it's a hard way to discover
Love is more than I can see.

There's too many ghosts, too much electricity,
Too many emotions, too few sincerities,
Too many words with too little meaning --
Crack open a bottle and pass it 'round.
You wanna pass it 'round,
Try to drink your past down,
You wanna pass it 'round. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you wanna pass it 'round,
Pass it 'round. Ooh, pass it 'round.

This circle did seem familiar to me --
Now a warehouse-sized door slams down
And slices into me.
It didn't crush everything -- I yanked my heart free.
I run fast as I can, but the past keeps catching me.

Too many ghosts, too much electricity,
Too many emotions, too much insincerity,
Too many words with too little meaning --
Crack open a bottle and pass it 'round.
You wanna pass it 'round,
Try to drink your past down.
You wanna pass it 'round.
Can't drink your past down, oh no no no,
Can't drink your past down,
Can't drink your past down.