Taken in context
It's not a bad thing
But when you start to pick it apart
It gets so depressing

It's that sorta thing that makes you think too much
It's that sorta thing that makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it
Just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the lucky ones

And if it's over
Just remember what I told ya
It was bound to happen so just
Keep movin on
There's no perfect endings

You peel back the layers
Get down to the inside
But some times you lose sight
Of what it was you were trying to find

It's that sorta thing that makes you think too much
It's that sorta thing that makes you lose your objectivity

So if you made it
Just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the lucky ones

And if it's over
Just remember what I told ya
It was bound to happen so just
Keep movin on
There's no perfect endings
No perfect endings