Is it all that you need to get by to feel good?

Satisfied that you did what you could

It works itself out, works itself out.

Just, is it time to take a look at what happened?

Oh, bound by your shame

When you made the mistake of reacting to reaction.

You put your thoughts into the shape of a weapon

And all you did was learn a terrible lesson

That you can sell me out again

Sell me out again.

There is a thought that drifts away

It's an echo

A memory replaced by distractions

It's a distraction.

Your suicidal regrets and all

(My love, it has died)

I guess that you should know

(The dream is still alive)

You can sell me out again

Sell me out again.