I can never tell if I should take the things you say
With a shaker of salt or just a single grain
Maybe I should just shut up and stay in line
And wait until the sky decides it wants to rain
Maybe I'm missing something
Maintaining this romanticized illusion of my adolescence
Only makes me more depressed
Every other time I speak my mind
I feel like I'm some kind of criminal
That's on some six week sentence of house arrest
Watching friends abruptly changing like the weather
Begs the question that perhaps they weren't meant to last forever
Rotate people in according to the forecast
I guess my time is here
Swallow up the key that's underneath your doormat
Lightning strikes a branch of the Manson family tree
And I'm so sick and tired of the hive-minded vanity
And the blind that's turned to the insanity
Maybe this wasn't meant to last forever
Maybe this wasn't meant to last forever
Maybe this wasn't meant to last forever