Guess I had it coming
Ambition is my worst vice next thing I know
Time is having it's way with me
Working hard at putting skin on baloney
It all makes sense in some way I forget right now
Somehow I manage to fool myself and everyone else
That this is really just only, maybe, only
Just the meantime, meantime
Frequent liar mileage as if I had a choice
Limp to the edge of patience and let yourself fall
Wearing out mirrors all over the world
I hope I can get far playing air guitar
In the meantime, meantime
There has to be more than this
There has to be more than this
Somehow I manage to fool myself and everyone else
That this is really just only, maybe, only
Just the meantime, meantime
There has to be more than this

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