I tell them every dream I've ever had



I tell them every place I have ever gone

And if there's a fear of empty space

I need to be surrounded by someone



Waiting for a chance that things could change

Or spend another night among the dead

Searching for a calming presence

I'm so excitable



Nothing happens, I just can't go on



Tell me why we have to live like this

Waiting for a certain, distant fall

Comfort is as unlikely as escape

And love is always so conditional



I'm tired of the tense and frightened looks

Staring out these tired, anxious eyes

Looking for constant approval

I'm so desirable



Nothing matters, I have to move on

I have to move on

I have to move



I guess it's pretty self-destructive to ruin on what you create

What if I said it's more productive

Would you make a fool out of me?

Cause I'd make a fool out of you

With your cool guitars and rock-star eyes

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Or is it hypocrites, like us

That fear what truth can do?