Choices and the voices of their lying lips Riding in the backseat of your closet ship Feeding while they're eating all our innocence
And I know that this is real life In the backyard, on the loveseat With the TV in the cellar
And I know that this is real life And I am talking to the sofa in the soda machine And there's a 7-Up logic that I've never seen, though
Won't you let me in on your secret Because we're playing fortune teller
I got a reason that I'm giving up Everything that I ever owned or I ever done
You want another reason, oh You want another meaning, oh
This, too, bore aching then You want another way back home
You want to know a secret? You're my favorite friend You want to see me bleeding now?
And you don't do what you want to And they try to control you Why don't you laugh in my face again? You know that I haven't got enough friends Why don't you spit in my tears again? You know that this bemeans my end