Ben Folds Five

Leaf by Leaf,
and page by page,
throw this book away.
All the sadness,
all the rage,
throw this book away.
Rip out the binding,
and tear the glue.
All the grief we never even knew,
we had it all along,
now it's,
Smoke.
All the things we've written in it,
never really happened.
All the things we've written in it,
never really happened.
All of the people come and gone,
never really lived,
and all the people come have gone,
no-one to forgive.
Smoke.
We will never write a new one.
There will not be a new one,
another one,
another one.
Here's an evening dark with shame,