I believe we're wasting all our time
We compromise so often
I think it's time to draw the line
I believe you're faking all your signs
Try not forcing your inflection
Try life without your scripted lines
They can't remember what they felt, or what they felt it for
They can't remember what they felt, or what they felt before
There's only so many game shows I can watch
Before my eyeballs start to rot
And my brain wastes away
And I cannot muster the common sense to find something to say
To say, or do
I can't believe you choose
Problems only skin deep
Over something like me
You say you lose
But in reality you choose to abuse
The powers I regret
Bestowing upon you
Why do I always lose?
They can't remember what they felt, or what they felt it for
They can't remember what they felt, or what they felt before
I think it's time I'm reminded who I am
There's a pessimist living in my head
Temperamental, unguided, and he says
"If this is how karma works, then we're all dead"
