The good high, the high end Fake rock & roll that brainwashed your friends The break out hometown boys breaking back in again
The harm done, the outrage Soul that you stole and put on display The work that it must take to just be one big cliché
I'm drifting in and out And I'm pretty sure I don't even wanna figure this one out I can't take it now Where else is there to go You're all mirrors and smoke Seeds have been sown The rods are thrown
The ego in real time I heard what you had on your mind And I don't know if it's your shit luck or if it's mine The pretense and forged love Wrapped up in an abundance of fluff And the ignorance you seem to be so proud of
I'm drifting in and out And I'm pretty sure I don't even wanna figure this one out I can't take it now Where else is there to go You're all mirrors and smoke Seeds have been sown The rods are thrown
I didn't want any more But I could feel the heat Rising up off the street So I found the door But it was worse inside When I opened my eyes It was raining gold bricks and bolo ties
I'm drifting in and out And I'm pretty sure I don't even wanna figure this one out I can't take it now Where else is there to go You're all mirrors and smoke Seeds have been sown The rods are thrown