Well, so am I
Not that sabotage feels wrong
When you're the one who made the bomb
It's a sort of stark surrealism
A view that could rival an eagle
With a troubling lack of vision
And I, well, I wish I had said
I'll do this tomorrow instead...
If you think that I just lied
Well, you'd be right
Sorry to say I'm not as self-assured
As I pretend or as you might've heard
You're a sort of soft sabotage
Keeping quiet in the crowd
But showing me like it's a badge
I'd break the law to make you proud
But God knows we're not allowed
If I had one thing left to say
Well, envy is a bitch
And late at night, watching the streets
I hear them cry out for our feet
Can you hear the drama?
Can you feel the drama?
Hah! Your smile gives away
Just how much you love this game
If you're feeling like a bomb
Well, hold on
I'll cut the wires and stop the song
So we won't sing of sabotage
It's a sort of saintly sin
To see this far through all the din
And dirt, and death of half-desired dreams
Aren't they better than facing your fears?
Aren't they? Tell the truth
Cause all I fear is you