why are you surprised
nobody's arrived
the thoughts on people's minds are
we're nothing

must you be so blind
not to realize
everybody's thoughts
mean something

it goes to bed

nothing stays the same
all we do is blame
but we're the one's at fault
no one's perfect

i'll tell it like it is
we don't belong in this biz
so pack up your vintage life
we're leaving

it goes to bed

they say what they think they know
and they know what's on television
they dress how the others dress
and they feel without the truth of even feeling

it goes to bed