I was an optimist
Until I saw my father fight someone
Such a loaded gun
And they say
I get my temper from you
Let's leave genetics to the pros
I say we're fucked up on our own
And for heaven's sake
How could you two be so cruel
I'll make sure I turn off the lights after you
And I hope you found
The peace that you are looking for
I don't know
Well that I don't know
My silver tongue
Land me on the silver screen
Honestly, does that mean anything
What is your cost for fame
Do you believe
Or are you putting on a show
Give my faith up to the sky
Who are you to question my demise
And for heaven's sake
How could you two be so cruel
I'll turn off the lights after you
And I wonder who will play me
Such Fickle Things
I don't know
Well I don't know
