You survived through what you thought you never would,
and it's what's in those eyes that saw you through.
If a story's all we get to take away from those days,
then know, goddamn, is it worth the hells you’ve stayed.
Hey, hey – you have to love yourself,
someday you'll be flat on your face.
Hey, hey – you have to love yourself someday,
you'll be bigger than this place.
All your words, were they ever good for the kids,
or would they've been better to have never known your name?
Packed in pathologies and failed attempts at better life;
distance as a discipline to warm the apathy in these stale times.
Hey, hey – you have to live with your mistakes
when you fall flat on your face.
Hey, hey – you have to laugh through all the pain.
You’ll be bigger than this place.
Remember a real rock star only needs their friends as fans,
and those gas station sunglasses.
Come on, die young or get far from this town.
Hey! Hey! You have to love yourself,
someday you'll be flat on your face.
We'll commemorate your fall as a martyr,
lighting fires to altars in your honor.
Hey! Hey! You have to love yourself,
someday you'll be bigger than this place.
We'll celebrate and raise the flame
as we reclaim it all in your name.
