Where did you think I would go?
Got sick of your I told you so’s
Got sick of you coming to shows
Got sick of you hitting hitting me low. (?)
Thought you, my friend
But now we’re something after
The truth, it bends, forgets the outer chapter
So where’s the real thing now?
Only (?)
So where’s the real thing now?
We want what’s lost to be found
She’s a (?) antique of disaster
So many she’s with money as your master
So many she’s too much personal chapter
(?) please let’s leave room for the casket
So where’s the real thing now?
Only (?)
So where’s the real thing now?
We want to hear a new sound
So many, of them, I’m drowned in their laughter
Want to (?) but it keeps moving faster
I want to take a look behind the mask
To see what’s behind (?)
How can it be okay when depressed?
To take the hurt out on that all possessed?
So where’s the real thing now?
So where’s the real thing now?
So where’s the real thing now?
Only (?)
So where’s the real thing now?
We want what’s lost to be found