Journal Burning Party

Well the party’s no fun if you’re not drinking
And the bar is no fun if you’re flyin' straight
Sittin' in the corner with a pen and paper
Like a journalist with a deadline date
Got an old suitcase full of journals
And i used to try to use them as a reference point
Now i kinda realize that i run in circles
Run in circles with a black ballpoint
Well, i’ve got an idea, if you wanna try it
Meet me in the yard by the barbeque pit
We can take everything that we’ve ever written
Make a great big pile and take a match to it
We’ll have a journal-burning party
We’ll get a clean slate, honey
At the journal-burning party
See, we’ll write it down and then we’ll burn it up
We’re going page for page
Up into flames
March 28, 1993
Those words mean nothing to me
November 5th, 1994
I don’t wanna read it no more
You see, i tried to reflect
It just made me depressed
So let’s have a journal burning party
We’ll get a clean slate, honey
Come on
I always wanted to write a song
And say «come on»
So come on
Come on
All right
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on