"The Day The Music Dies" lyrics

It takes character to make a decision
It takes more to stand firm and follow through
But some stand points are more than I can live up to

Performed an exorcism on myself
Cited prayers and rites of deliverance
Yet here I am, somehow still possessed

The future's never starting
The present never ends
I left us both bombarded
But I'm not here to make amends

Fondling the thighs of forfeit
I guess I can't brush aside
I'm waiting for the day the music dies

Oh the places one looks for makeshift
I tried to ruin myself for you
Hoping that you'd rather resent than miss

How can one kill an impulsion
When it's still kicking and breathing
Forces are a cut above the will of the self

The future's never starting
The present never ends
I left us both bombarded
But I'm not here to make amends

Fondling the thighs of forfeit
I guess I can't brush aside
I'm waiting for the day the music dies

Jumping from one bosom to the next
Hitting every branch in the fall
Beaten to a pulp by every caress
In the tempest, unaffected by it all
And I'm hoping that the end is nigh
I'm waiting for the day the music
Waiting for the day the music dies