Texty: Bayside. Killing Time. Seeing Sound.

This is the first scene of an act
with my own hands stuck in my back
around here, the puppet is the puppeteer
and I was down for the proverbial count

So what do you want from me( what do you want from me)
another song about apathy
heartbreak is a friend these days
but I couldn't care less thats what I get paid to say

I am lost a lot
but you cant believe me
and my stomach knots
but you cant see that
whoa(hey) I cant find my way
whoa(hey) I cant find it
should i say something sensational now
this life comes with some doubts

da da da dem.....

And now my life has become a circus
in the center ring I'm a crying clown
its a little too exciting on the trapeze
when your swing with your eyes glued to the ground
and pain can be like a boomerang
you push it out it, comes back again
heartbreak is a trend these days

I couldn't care less, I've never been that trendy anyway

I am lost a lot
but you cant believe me
and my stomach knots
but you cant see that
whoa(hey) I cant find my way
whoa(hey) I cant find it
should i say something sensational now
this life comes with some doubts

we'll roll along thinking everything is wrong
watch our lives from afar
but looking back its not so bad
realize what you've been missing

da da da dem....

whoa(hey) I cant find my way
whoa(hey) I cant find my way
whoa(hey) I cant find my way

da da da dem......
da da da