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
In the summer
Because we're playing fortune teller
I got a reason that I'm giving up
Everything that I ever owned or I ever done
Or you ever gave me
You want another reason, oh
I don't know my friends
You want another meaning, oh
I don't know the reason
Look at our creation, oh
This, too, bore aching then
You want another way back home
I don't know direction
You want to know a secret?
You're my favorite friend
You want to see me bleeding now?
I'm calling this an end
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
