It's it

This isn't it

It's not

It never was

Well I might have missed my calling... whatever that is

and it feels the same as it always does

You can see it in everything

Why is it so difficult to understand that I am a stranger in this house

Whites of the eyes

Whites of the eyes

One handed grip on reality

Whites of the eyes

You said "hey mate how's it fucking going?"

Whites of the eyes

Yeah, there has never been a single response to that

Whites of the eyes

Inside outside Inside outside inside inside me

It isn't a tragedy that Steve Irwin was killed doing what he loved

So if someone could be so kind... just tell my family that it's what I always wanted

You can see it in the whites of my eyes

and there's never been a better time than now

Inside outside inside inside me

and it feels the same as it always does

It's not a tragedy

It's a travesty that we have to live like this