And the radio plays cardboard love songs I hate
And though I may complain they’re the same, I listen anyway
And the TV shows don’t, it’s not they cant but they wont
They give a plastic plotline that I eat up per dose
I swear I felt alive, swore you would decide
I headed back inside, I’d made up my mind
Cuz this time I stand up, and next time I stand down
And when my mind is made I cant guarantee it won’t change
You swore you’d tell the truth
And I’d always follow through
I have some shit to do
Before I split in two
Cuz I can’t bear to see all the bad things about me
Could it be I need to believe everyone believes in me?