Sometimes you have got to know when

As the plethora of public opinion still chimes in

But you’ve got to know when

The days are long but you rig them so

Can’t face the world you’ve created

So you live and let live

Even though you know something’s missing

Even though you know

You’re not fooling anyone

Cut your losses, but you’d live with exhaustion

Bury the dead,

But who’s really counting the days

You can pretend no one is judging

But it’s yourself that needs more convincing

You can make your bed

You can tear off all the covers and decide

No, it’s not for you

And it never was