why are you surprised

nobody's arrived

the thoughts on people's minds are

we're nothing



must you be so blind

not to realize

everybody's thoughts

mean something



it goes to bed...



nothing stays the same

all we do is blame

but we're the one's at fault

no one's perfect



i'll tell it like it is

we don't belong in this biz

so pack up your vintage life

we're leaving



it goes to bed...



they say what they think they know

and they know what's on television

they dress how the others dress

and they feel without the truth of even feeling



it goes to bed...