you can doubt anything if you think about it long enough. cause what

happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that. and it's hard to feel

like you are free. all you seem to do is referee. i remember when it was just

you and me steppin' up to bat. and win or lose, just that we chose, this

little war is what kills us. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also

what thrills us. we thought we left possession behind. the truth is i was

yours and you weren't mine. i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was

said. cause nothing is as it appears. and the fun house mirrors of your fears

on a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head. and

win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. and either

or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. and you know i don't

care how fast you run just tell me baby that when you're done with your little

marathon that you still have cab fare home. cause the finish line is a shifty

thing and what is life with reckoning? and baby you are still the song i sing

to myself when i'm alone. and win or lose just that you chose this little war

is what kills you. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what

thrills you.