You know, lately I've come to terms with deceit and seizure.
This life of leisure dismantles your actions
toward a semblance of past distraction.
I figured you got impatient while the rest of us kept on working.
I'm decidedly selfish in a knee-jerk reaction told,
while my weary eyelids retired control.
After all that we've done,
you still skipped out on the beat of a different drum.
Tragically lame for how far you've come.
Slowly drift around,
it's all consuming now.
You're fast asleep on someone else's couch
Between you and me, I've got somewhere else to be.
I've found something better.
After all that we've done,
you still skipped out on the beat of a different drum.
Blurring the lines between failure and fortune.
Washed out in static through our lives,
I simply conjured the substance while you got high.
You carried the "one"
(just disappointment for everyone)
while I carried the "two"
and left the states without you.
Switching "threes" and "fours",
I settled the score.
I followed the rules,
but I swear I needed more.
I swear I needed more.
You carried the "one"
(just disappointment for everyone)
while I carried the "two"
and left the states without you.
Trusting "threes" and "fours",
I settled scores.
I followed rules,
but I swore I needed more.
I swear I needed more.
I swear I asked for more.
Washed out in static through our lives,
I simply conjured the substance while you got high.
