Hiding is the answer best of all
We slowly and steadily form an opinion based on what's been given
So it's raining
And I've filled my ego with sand and wishes
Quickly draining past my feet
And sinking into passing waters
I, I've been a liar and I could make it feel so true
But not get away with saying I'm okay
It's upsetting thinking "Are we the joke?"
Are we all just setting up for getting knocked down again?
Are these the worst years of all
Or will it all clear up to keep us afloat?
Been a liar and I could make it feel so true
But not get away with saying I'm, oh