Choices and the voices of their lying lips
Riding in the backseat of your closet ship
Feeding while they're eating all our innocence

And I know that this is real life
In the backyard, on the loveseat
With the TV in the cellar

And I know that this is real life
And I am talking to the sofa in the soda machine
And they're giving up logic that I've never seen though

Won't you let me in on your secret?
In the cellar
You can just blame a fortune teller

I got a reason that I'm giving up
Everything that I ever owned or I've ever got
Or you ever gave me

You wanna know the reason?
Oh, I don't know my friends
You wanna know the meaning?
I don't know the reason

Look at our creation, oh
It's too boring, and then
You want another way back home?
I don't know direction
You want to know a secret?
You're my favorite friend
You want to see me bleeding now?
I'm calling this 'an end'

And you don't do what you want to
And they try to control you
Why don't you laugh in my face again?
You know that I haven't got enough friends
Why don't you spit in my tears again?
You know that this means my end