i guess sometimes i m lucky when i go for whole days at a time without thinking about you and ask myself why but then i find i m traveling traveling down to that same old piece of road and wind up down by the water whatever happened to our walls on the pier i cry myself alone all the way down to the end i drink my bottle dry and heave it across the bay to the city smashin outside your door oh now there goes the romeo hand in hand with his punk rock juliet they remind me of two people that i m trying my best to forget i can hear their sweet nothings on the wind as i hurry to get by diverting my gaze to the oakland bay bridge whatever happened to our walls on the pier i cry myself alone all the way down to the end i drink my bottle dry and heave it across the bay to the city smashin outside your door maybe i should be warning them should i say don t do something that you ll regret now you have no recollection of heartbreak you don t have yet i could give them an earful but i know they must find out on their own and the thought of that is chilling me to the bone whatever happened to our walls on the pier i cry myself alone all the way down to the end i drink my bottle dry and heave it across the bay to the city smashin outside your door