Making the distinction between life and lore
Odds favor the former when you wear a mask
Masochism forming in the reflection and
I’m trying not to turn into a psychopath
Better to have lost it then to find it tossed out
That’s what I’m telling myself
Wasn’t I better than nothing?

Making a decision about steamed or fried
Wanted to be needed so I fed my cat
Think I’ll keep to myself for the next few days
Feel a buzz that can’t be bottled, smoked or canned
Sabotaging life just to find something to write about
Why was it always this way?
And did I do it on purpose?

Waking from a vision that the schizoid built
Listening to puddles swallow melted snow
Spring has sprung and finally it’s not cold outside
And I’m thinking about the places that I want to go
Passion dissipates when it’s fastened to
The faces we wear only to become them
Lying to ourselves everyday becomes incredibly easy
Yeah, it's incredibly easy
Yeah, it's incredibly easy