It's the start of a story that I've told a million times

But it still has a million endings

It's the middle of a story that I made up on the spot

And I don't know where to go

It's the blinding speed of thinking that gets me every time

So I surrender to my skull

It's the hundred-thousandth variation of my most recent web of lies

And you're staring at me blankly

And God I know this better than anyone

Telling you that school is going great

And yea I'm happy with my long term girlfriend

And no I don't like boys

With my arms held perpendicular to me

I can tell that you look less ridiculous

Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering

I can tell that I look just enough to play the part

Of Connor Carmody on his most recent escapades

Loving his old job

It's the middle of a shift and my feet are wet and aching

It's the middle of a story and I've lost my train of thought

It's the falling action of a tale where I got laid and made money

It's the start of a story that I've told a million times but it still has a million endings

And no I don't want to repeat myself

But I know there's merit in doing that

'Cause then you won't get caught when you're telling someone

You still work at Sam's Club

With my arms held perpendicular to me

I can tell that you look less ridiculous

Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering

I can tell that I look just enough to play the part

It's the end of a story that I've told a million times

And I have jerry-rigged an ending

It's the start of a story and I'll tell it to you straight

The hardest part of living is

The reflection that I've made

And the honesty that it brings

Not that I would be listening

And the heart of a story and I'll still tell it a million times

But it only has one ending