I've built up this collection of    Souvenirs from years of missed connections    I'm giving it all away    So here's a ripped up picture and    Here's an unused ticket from the show, the play, the game    I'm giving it all away    This is the part       This is the part where we start to feel better    And stop shutting up    We're all running out of time, waiting in line       This is the part where yr friend got sent and    All the big war words stop making sense    And you wonder how the money ever got spent    And you wonder how that motherfucker ever got in    This is the part where you get to realize that    Whether yr dad died, yr boy or yr girl lied    There are families on the other side    It's a start, it's the same place for any and all hearts    This is the part       This is the part where we start to feel