| Exactly what do you hear |
| When I open my mouth? |
| All forms of communication |
| Always seem to go south |
| And walking on eggshells… |
| It’s never been my style |
| The smallest step forward with you |
| Is like a miracle mile |
| Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit |
| They make you look so vile |
| The fact the past is the one thing you cling to |
| You live a life of denial |
| No way to sink in, no way to break out |
| It forced me back on track |
| And now I’ve seen the real you |
| I’m never coming back |
| Your perpetual life of illusion |
| You claim to be so free |
| Truth is the attention you long for |
| It drained the life out of me |
| Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit |
| They make you look so vile |
| The fact the past is the one thing you cling to |
| You live a life of denial |
| No way to sink in, no way to break out |
| It forced me back on track |
| And now I’ve seen the real you |
| I’m never coming back |
| So now I close the book |
| And re-open these eyes |
| Stand up! I brush off the dirt |
| From a ride that I despised |
| Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit |
| They make you look so vile |
| The fact the past is the one thing you cling to |
| You live a life of denial |
| No way to sink in, no way to break out |
| It forced me back on track |
| And now I’ve seen the real you |
| I’m never coming back |