I’m not tryin’ to cause you pain
I will not rain on parade
If this is going to be the way
I have got some things to say
Oh, little hands that pray for me
Should in turn get used to be
Made to put the car in gear
And drive that thing straight over here

If we took up our collection
Maybe science could explain
Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain
And all they’re “all they need is special,”
As the slowly stripped away

And I am still to blame.

Next time that I’m at your place
It will not be face to face
I’ll exclusively reside
In dreams that screams in channel five

Caterpillar, butterfly
Which of those are you tonight?
Which one did you used to be
When you were wasting time with me?

If we took up our collection
Maybe science could explain
Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain
And all they’re “all they need is special,”
As we slowly stripped away
And I am still to blame
He look, they missed a stain

“Clean it up”

If we took up our collection
Maybe science could explain
Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain
If we put in all your money
Someone could define
Why you don’t wanna live, instead help others live a lie
When his hands are on your body
Does she wish they were on mine?

You are out of time

YEAH!