Rushing out the door
Like a toreador.
Well he doesn't even know
That his footsteps,
Yeah, the ones he left
Are still visible in the snow.
You're telling me it's all the same,
That everyone else is to blame.
And I really wish it was true. I really do.
I won't believe it in, I don't believe it in you.
And now you're questioning
Our punk rock destiny.
What's it even worth?
Because if this were the movies,
You wouldn't be moving out.
I bet you the whole wide world.
You're telling me everything's fine,
But you tell me that all the time.
And I really wish it was true. I really do.
I won't believe it in, I don't believe it in--
You want me to swallow,
To swallow everything you do,
Even after everything
You put me through.
You're just miles of smiles.
Does that make it all right for you?
You're telling me everything's fine,
But you tell me that all the time.
And I really wish it was true. I really do.
I won't believe it in, I don't believe it in you.