[Verse]

The butterflies are gone and you're still waving your arms

Robotic gestures from your past that kept you out of harm

You're staring at the ticking clock, unmoved by its sounds

In a dreamless life of jerky motions and it's never off



[Chorus]

This could never be as good, as it said on the phone

This could never be as good, as it said on the phone

Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away

Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away



[Verse]

You bought the book of your life from a dirty little man

Who had the words of Jesus and the face of a tramp

You paid him with all of your savings, with every little bit

A dreamless life of written fate that you lived by yourself



[Chorus]

This could never be as good, as it said on the phone

This could never be as good, as it said on the phone

Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away

Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away



[Outro]

This could never be good

This could never be good

This could never be good, never be good

This could never be good, never be good