Cirrhosis of Youth Lyrics

When the choices come home to roost
misremember it however you choose
but no one owes your entitled ghost
a better ending than he wrote for himself

Sometimes, near the end
desperation draws them right out of the walls
looking for anyone to hang their regrets and failures on
And if the ghost shows his jilted face,
tell him I've lost better friends
and I'm still losing sleep over better things
than squandered privilege, chances wasted & these
sad clichés of glory days that never were

Tell him that his youth was not a bottomless excuse
and tell the ghost he had his time
but that dead to you is fine by me
No glory to redeem here but feel free
to haunt the wreckage & the ruins
all you like.