Why do we do this always
Making sure to make the worst of
what we have, what we've had
and what we wish we always wanted
The truth is I don't know you
And you don't know me
It's better off this way
We're better off alone anyway
And it seems to me
That this is just a dream
I'm making moves
You're faking truths
I'm working hard for what's not there
So good job for the less accomplished
I'm making starts
You're breaking hearts
So tidy up and wearing faces
So good job for the less accomplished
How can you act like I
Don't feel the way I always have
You're packing up and taking off
Never to be seen again,
You're never to be seen again...