Gas Guzzler

You're not as smart as you think You lie, you steal and you drink. Not that any of that makes you dumb, In fact, it all seems seems quite fun. But surely there must be a link. Well, you while away all your hours Guzzling gas, depleting your powers But your powers were never that strong, You're just good at talking, and carrying on. You say lives, they are meant for a-living Just like presents are meant for a-giving. But the days and nights rob and decieve us We can never compete with the seasons And I guess that's one of our reasons. You say everything's fine, and I belive you But I still fell a little a little defeated Well, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. What am I doing. x2 ... I feel fake, I feel hollow and empty As I survey my land of the plenty. And these others, they feel the same way, We have blundered our way through our 20s. And I am dwarfed by the giants around me, You'd think nothing could impress or astound me. But my thirst for impression keeps pace, Keeps me dumbstruck, and off my face. While a halo of light still surrounds me. You say everything's fine, and I belive you. But I still feel a little defeated. Well, it's 3 'o clock in the morning What am I doing. x2 ... You're not as smart as you think You lie, you steal, and you drink. Not that any of that makes you dumb In fact, it all seems quite fun. But surely there must be a link