Emotional rescue is past due...
Everyday the same joke
I never think it's funny
Nothing's ever what it seems
The truth becomes a dream
And we reach for what we're missing in ourselves
I fought away this desperation
I made attempts to quell temptation
I swear to god I tried, but we could never compromise
You could never change me
And we reach for what we're missing in-
We don't know how to let love in
Don't you cry
For me
Because I'm already dead.
Betsy, thanks for buying me dinner.