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