Somebody once told me to Live out all my dreams And somebody once told me To politely take my seat And so I asked them both politely "Which one justifies the mean?" And all they could respond with is: It's not the road you're standing on It's the miles that you put on So I took one step forward And crossed the finish line I took a one step backward And I crossed the finish line And I stood in one place and said "Where the fuck do I go now?" No one spoke What a joke And so I made a mistake And I cried/lied all day long Made another mistake And I felt nothing at all And when I begged for forgivassy All they said to me was: It's not the miles that you put on It's the road that you're on And now they have the nerve To ask me what it's like to be And they come to me and confide All their thoughts of jealousy And they ask me why my road Is so immaculate and clean So I look them in the eye And I tell them one more lie