Commiserate a bit too much
It's a hard walk, getting around on the same old crutch
Piling up, can't let go
Heart's a hard habit to break so no one's eating crow

We're still looking around
But nothing's changed

Bide my time, waiting to grow
We've shaken the locks so wholly, now what's left to show?
(What's left to show?)
Watching these follies falling further behind and
Every time I'm left more and more resigned
The weight of these thoughts is pushing down on my head and
Every time I see it's pushing me instead

We're still looking around
But nothing's changed

But nothing's changed
But nothing's changed
But nothing's changed
But nothing's changed
But nothing's changed