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
