Scolding ourselves, you bury your face Could've sat there for hours Time helps to heal, but it can't erase The games that we play Back down, you're not afraid Just running in place It's good to feel guilty, I know I should The thrill of the chase Nobody said that, you dreamed it up You think way too much Thoreau in the woods jus don't do us no good When we're acting up Back down, you're not afraid Just running in place It's good to feel guilty, I know I should The thrill of the chase is ours tonight Oh my god we were part of that mob Oh my god we got caught up in it all Well we're just under funded studies in our own mythologies Making mountains out of every single molehill that we see And we don't want to know the answers to the questions that might go to prove And show that this is really all a game I say that this is a snipe hunt, I can't keep my mouth shut