You tell me
Is the best policy?
The jury is still out
I cut the judge off at "Be seated"
Don't let the truth change anything
Turn and walk away
Because I don't believe in fate
Mascara stained pillowcase
The sun went dim
So we turned to a backup source
Drugs and God
The same distractions
Lay on the dirty floor and stare
At the ceiling like it was
A planetarium dome