We'll wait in line,
For most our lives.
Get out, get in.
Get on with it.
We always hurt the ones we never really loved.
We always think we're all alone, we're always,
Broke.
We're always broke.

The words we say take different shapes.

We'll live and die with all the things we recognize.
We'll count our sins.
Stop now begin.
We know the words are better left unspoken,
When they'll be right in,
To tear the heads off of us,
Oh oh uh.
Tear the heads off of us.
Oh oh.

The words we say,
Take different shapes,
And you can only do so much,
To try to get your point across.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...

I'll live and die with all the things I recognize.
I'll count my sins.
Stop now begin.