When you wake up do you think of the place where you were born?
Or pull the covers up, to where you left it in a desperate attempt to stay warm
I've got this feeling I don't have enough time, and a lot of people who are telling me to change my mind
But my mind stays intent on the way that it went before,
as I lay on a cold tiled kitchen floor
wondering who even cares anymore, BUT I KNOW

I don't want to be the one to decide on what's "good" an 'evil'
and believe all the lies they tell on the t.v. shows
I don't wanna sit around and talk shit on people all day, every day, until the day I die

You ask me what i've been up to?
i've been waiting on a Miracle, a phonecall, a paycheck and you
I just put my clothes on, get in the car and
every new person i meet seems so foreign
I avert my eyes and reach for another strangers hand

I can't help but notice the empty space where you used to stand,
but that was then.
when you would say "Why should I care about what It says in the magazines? and those promises of real happiness on the fake t.v. screens" so I know, I KNOW

I don't want to be the one to decide on what's "good" an 'evil'
and believe all the lies they tell on the t.v. shows
I don't wanna sit around and talk shit on people all day, every day, until the day I die

And I used to play back all the words you said, but know i've got this PERFECT PEACEFUL SILENCE IN MY HEAD

Everybody's going crazy, it's just who can hide it best
(There it lies, in their eyes, no disguise, who can hide?)

I don't want to be the one to decide on what's good and evil,
and believe all the lies they tell on the t.v. shows
I don't want to sit around and talk shit on people, all day, every day, until the day I die.

(CUE GOSSIP)