Every attempt to…
Is filled with holes.
Reads like a polygraph I’m told.

I’m not bitter anyway.
Let it go.

I never sleep still
Lest I forget.
Tied down by handicaps instead.

I’m not bitter anyway,
But I didn’t want it to turn out this way.

Sing a long goodnight,
Forfeit any fight.
Refuse to rest assured.

It comes with no reply.
Hold on too tight.
I hang on every word.

If it all ended tonight,
You know that I wouldn’t mind.
Back to the good old times
Before it won.

— lyrics by The Get Up Kids