even still you're livin at your father's...walk alone in 
the afterworld. you can't help going where the truth is, 
repeat your lines, keep runnin' over them. in the maze, 
i'm in a rut. we both care, we let it go by. we're in an 
ancient movie, we all talk too loud, all is resolved in 
two hours. i know you've seen one, maybe been in tons, 
remember all of the end, it's all ready soured, but your 
place is fun. i stayed awake started talking slow, better 
than laying down at home, or racing to have time through 
the landmines, we are going out just to be: in the maze, 
i'm in a rut. we both care, weapons to the side. what's 
the waiting and the careless hope, i'm searching out that 
real one, look past the radio to wait the truth holds, 
receive it over a lame or entertaining try. even still 
you didn't have the father. i walk alone in the 
afterworld. you can't help going where the truth is, 
memorize your lines, keep running o'er them. in the maze, 
and in a rut, we both care, we let it go by. ancient 
movie, we all talk too loud, still all's resolved in two 
hours, i know i ramble, some old bullshit, i know that 
bullshit, you're lying to a bullshit artist. but your 
place is nice.