Oh, you didn’t say a thing

So you learned the hard way

It turned into a thing

And it burned ev’rybody

Your social policy, Oh, so quickly turned against you

We're holding up our mirrors for you to see, but we couldn’t get through

Eggshells lace the floor as we dance around it

Delicately smile, all eyes toward the ground

It’s for sure you’ve got some nerve

But the phrasing’s in reverse

So by the end it’s forgotten its purpose

Haven’t learned swim, yet bridges burn around you

A castaway will wash upon your sands from time to time

We all wanna see you happy, though you’ve become quite salty

Manufactured truths to send us all to hell, or better, Cincinnati

Why’s it gotta be so hard?

Why’s it gotta be so hard?

Why’s it gotta be so hard?

Why’s it gotta be so hard?

Oh, you didn’t say a thing

So you learned the hard way

It turned into a thing

Now we’re eggshell dancin'