All this time that i have spent on writing 
Could be better spent on living 
What do i have to 
show for this

a songbook of b sides baby
a notebook that reminds

me of all 
those things ive done (hold out note)
(and how theyve failed)
but now i find out
the feelings mutual (not!)
I was hoping for a hit this time
Reality was it and so now i press rewind (hold out note)
(so Now im home) 
and now im back
to square one

How could anyone ever think
this was easy
The passions we chase under night skies
while you are dreaming

The road can be(the road can be)
the worst place
to make a living
as soon as we (as soon as we can)breathe they
they'll call us all deceiving

life full of childish mistakes
My mind filled with lies from 
a songbook of b sides baby
notebook that reminds

ive seen such sinners on this stage
that dont deserve a single fan they ever gained
what will it take for me to fly
an open heart inside an open mind