Pages of our lives, youâre wrapped up in the ending of everything youâll never know wondering where youâre gonna go. Cannot get what you want, just tell me what I live for. The telephone letâs you know when youâre alone. Weâre all alone here. Something about sacrifice, thatâs all I know. Giving you everything still you wonât your face here. Donât speak, I know all of your motives.
One thing you should know, what I really want to get off of my chest. Nobody made me who I am, I made me by myself. Father donât talk of peace when thereâs nothing left. Iâm far gone. So far gone, Iâm free.
Didnât I wear you down? Didnât I count you out? watch as I pick up the pieces. No way I can afford your love. No way I can afford you. Something about well, I donât know and itâs starting to show. Caught in the pages of bullshit overload.
Send all you have. so long. Downtown they medicate. Tell me why you care at all and I will save your soul. Calling your bluff. Uptown they meditate. Tell me why you care at all and I will save your soul. Line up.
Weâre getting too old for this play-doh. Try to connect to anything in this unknown. This unknown tears me away. Caught in your bullshit love.