Quit selling a lie
Get a hold of yourself
And do what makes you
Feel like more than just a shell
Suck up or suffer
Or keep on telling yourself
It could be different
If you only had the time
When all we have is time
But where did it go?
Nobody knows
Gone with the wind
Look at it float
Just like a boat
That no one can buy
Quit waiting to die
Get a hold of your life
We are all strangers
Looking for a better time
Mothers and fathers
Daughters and sons
It may not be your fault
If you're not having fun
