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