| You started living with yourself for a while |
| You said you’d never suffer fools for a smile |
| But while you’re living in the state of denial |
| Don’t lose hope |
| You get an inch while they’re taking a mile |
| Can’t erase what we use to describe |
| Words carry weight, but they don’t have a mind |
| Of their own |
| Of their own |
| It’s a bad, bad, bad place to be |
| Bad, bad, bad memory |
| Who gets to choose who will and who won’t? |
| Ooh, there’s a real good reason I don’t |
| You started feeling out of sync with the lie |
| But try to speak it and you’re out on exile |
| Why follow reason when you follow denial? |
| And you float |
| Down you go |
| While everybody’s busy finding their side |
| Further apart, but falling further in line |
| We’re going broke while they’re making a dime |
| On our lives |
| All our lives |
| Because friend, friend, friend, enemy |
| Friend, friend, friend, enemy |
| Who really knows who’s winning the most? |
| Who set the stage and who holds the rope? |
| Who really cares who matters the most? |
| Who’s set to gain when clearing the smoke? |
| You started living with yourself for while |
| You started feeling like a fish on the line |
| You got the tempo, but you don’t get the time |
| And you won’t |
| No, you won’t |