What could I say? What could I say?
There was nothing to do
And there was no one to blame
I learn to watch myself fade
When I see you walk away
I pretend to feel some kind of pain
I was always a pretty good actor, anyway
I don’t feel tired, I don’t feel shy
I haven’t gone a day without telling a lie
And my conscience feels no weight
And every time I end up on the floor
It’s always something I do
That keeps the lock on the door
And there is no other way
It’s the faces on the page
That bring me back here every day
To the place I was before
But I won’t chase that feeling anymore
And every time I end up on the floor
It’s always something I do
That keeps the lock on the door
And there is no other way
If the faces on the page
Could bring me back here every day
Then I would have something to say
But all my words have lost their sway
Well I don’t want to waste your time
By spitting out another line
Because you’ve heard it all before
So I won’t chase that feeling anymore
