Maybe I'm defensive cuz it's my favourite

Song but you cheapen the passion every

Time you sing along and laugh you take

The photograph and recreate it piece

By piece you stand the same way and

Wear the same clothes but you don't see

The desperation and frustration underneath

The pose the real belief

Cuz you're a second rate imitation a

Watered down simulation of the real

Thing and that alone wouldn't bug me

But it's you thinking that everything is

And has always been that same way

Well it almost sounds like anger almost

Looks like passion almost seems like

Real life worth living you congratulate

Yourself for seeming so convincing

Then go home alone and find that

Something's still missing

If this is what you wanted all along I

Guess we don't see eye to eye cuz I'm looking

Around trying to figure out what went

Wrong so much potential should've added

Up even if we'd given up I'd understand

But we tried so hard and got nothing but

A rented hall with your shitty band

Who are we kidding we killed our own

Dreams before anyone else ever got the

Chance and now we don't even dance so

Let's just go home

Well it almost sounds like anger almost

Looks like passion almost seems like

Real life worth living we congratulate

Ourselves for seeming so convincing

Then go home alone and find that

Something's still missing