This perfect cliche of a song
So many different ways played and sung
Ad nauseum and I'm told
That it gets better as you grow old
But it feels like I'm front and center
In some high class sing-sing death house
And all I can do is sit here
And pretend I'm off as somebody else
Chorus:
Cuz I feel lost and trapped
And I'm trying to find anything
To find the drive
To reach the light
To write a happy song
But all I do is bitch and cry
And melt away in my dreams
Melt away with me
The security, my only salvation
Of coming to the same friendly place
The only constant thing
I don't deal well with change
And now I have to leave it all behind
And welcome something new and strange
But maybe somehow this song
Will become my saving grace
Chorus
This perfect cliche of a song
So many different ways played and sung
Ad nauseum and I'm told
That it gets better as you grow old
But it feels like I'm front and center
In some high class sing-sing death house
And all I can do is sit here
And pretend I'm off as somebody else
Chorus