A sort of goodbye, but not one that you feel
A spot in my mind, one that doesn't heal
Don't wanna rely on visitors to my sill
A comfortable life, but one that often spills

I don't know, it's hard enough to hear
I suppose I'll have to play by ear
I don't know who can really say
I suppose I'll take it day by day

A piece of the pie, but how long till I'm fed?
I swallow my pride until there's nothin' left
I wanna be liked, but I don't know if it's real
I wanna get high, but I don't like how it feels

I don't know, it's hard enough to hear
I suppose I'll have to play by ear
I don't know if I can really change
I can try to bend before I break