Fickle Fortune

You play dress up

The world is your stage

I draw a canvas

But I don't know why

Cause I hate this place

In retrospect, it was probably just nostalgia

But, who really knows

We're lost in our own world

I break the lines to get there

You need to know exactly why

Before we get too lost, we see a sign

Don't bother reading them, they're in your mind

I fucking hate the fact we play these games

Are you sick

Or are you ok

She makes up new reasons today

Tomorrow it's another mind game

I'd watch the days

They take too long

I am an actor

I sing my songs

Don't you listen though, these words are poison

I love more than I care

Faith won't get you out of this one

Time and reason is your only ally

But what if the abstract were just as good

And this world was dissolving, as fast as it's made

I fucking hate the fact we play these games

Are you sick

Or are you ok

She makes up new reasons today

Tomorrow it's another mind game