Art is a lie Nothing is real A waste of my time I don't want to feel Anything that doesn't Make me feel alive I'm waking up dead With ghosts in my bed Wishing my world would start again If I knew what this meant Maybe I could stop Yeah Oh, and then you call me last night Wondering how I'm doing fine I guess maybe where I stand is A better place than here Baby, it's a long way down Maybe we said goodbye Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why We're shouting out but can't make sound Another lame excuse and we're out of time Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why But in the real world You say, I don't have to waste my time Lay it out now, get in And get out of this town Oh, and then you call me last night Wondering how I'm doing fine I guess maybe where I stand is A better place than here Baby, it's a long way down Maybe we said goodbye Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why We're shouting out but can't make sound Another lame excuse and we're out of time Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why And then you call me last night Wondering how I'm doing fine Baby, it's a long way down Maybe we said goodbye Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why We're shouting out but can't make sound (No, we can't make sound) Another lame excuse and we're out of time (We're out of time) Too soon to make up our own minds Oh, why