Letra de The Diner Scene
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My feet hit the pavement. I listen with every inch of my body.
But maybe its the clock that laughs at me. Time is a virtue, and I'm a virtuoso.
But maybe its the clock that laughs at me. Time is a virtue, and I'm a virtuoso.
So, remove all the stitches from your self-addiction.
Its too bad, your too late, take me home.
Tick-Tock belongs to these gods; give me clearance.
We're merely getting by on fortune, (Sleeping keeps the fortunate alive.)
I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,
Surrounded by a group of actors who call themselves your friends.
Every night, they put on a show; Their personalities are just an act.
Cut and paste beliefs and feelings to look good in the spotlight,
But i leave before intermission.
I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,
I try to find myself, to put back together these pieces,
Only to realize there were never any pieces to begin with.
I stand in the middle of a group of people and blankly agree with the entire conversation.
On the inside i am screaming,
"Who are these people, and why are they pretending to be my friends?"
Sometimes, it hurts so bad that I clench my stomach and brace myself.
Oh yeah, by the way, everything you ever thought, everyone you ever thought you knew,
It was a lie; we're all alone. There is nothing left to do but turn the page,
Stare at the blank sheet in all its glory, and begin all over again for real this time.
Its too bad, your too late, take me home.
Tick-Tock belongs to these gods; give me clearance.
We're merely getting by on fortune, (Sleeping keeps the fortunate alive.)
I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,
Surrounded by a group of actors who call themselves your friends.
Every night, they put on a show; Their personalities are just an act.
Cut and paste beliefs and feelings to look good in the spotlight,
But i leave before intermission.
I walk for miles. Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,
I try to find myself, to put back together these pieces,
Only to realize there were never any pieces to begin with.
I stand in the middle of a group of people and blankly agree with the entire conversation.
On the inside i am screaming,
"Who are these people, and why are they pretending to be my friends?"
Sometimes, it hurts so bad that I clench my stomach and brace myself.
Oh yeah, by the way, everything you ever thought, everyone you ever thought you knew,
It was a lie; we're all alone. There is nothing left to do but turn the page,
Stare at the blank sheet in all its glory, and begin all over again for real this time.
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