Spending all my time. Trying to read your mind. Trying to figure out the kind of game your playing. Said I'm black and blue, getting through to you. I can't figure out which way your heart is swaying.
Pretty people, pretty cars, livin' in the lap of luxury. But this precious fantasy. Seems so close when it's so far from me, yea yeah. . Tell me, where to get in line.
Sometimes I unwind. Look back to the passing of time. Sometimes I feel. Those days become unreal. Our lives are fashioned by things that come from outside.