Story Behind The Song

the past is the past, I'm moving on.

Lyrics

Call it up in arms, and the press won?t let it leak
And the board has voted smug across the wall
The fanfare stopped coming with all the Prozacs in the street
Mr. Policeman around the corner smoking pot

So I will roll my records
That I?ve been singing to you
I?ve been forced by something
That?s pulling me through

Cause I remember?nevermind
Nevermind
Roll this up and call back time
And you?ll never look the same; you know you never look the same

They put it on the silver screen
But it?s the biggest camouflage to date they know
So when the best don?t make the headlines
And the weak take over front lines
And they all become the someone that they know

It?s pulling me trough