Is it all that you need to get by to feel good?
Satisfied that you did what you could
It works itself out, works itself out
Just, is it time to take a look at what happened?
Oh, bound by your shame
When you made the mistake of reacting to reaction
You put your thoughts into the shape of a weapon
And all you did was learn a terrible lesson
That you can sell me out again
Sell me out again
There is a thought that drifts away
It's an echo
A memory replaced by distractions
It's a distraction
Your suicidal regrets and all
(My love, it has died)
I guess that you should know
(The dream is still alive)
You can sell me out again
Sell me out again
