Timothy Wright is never wrong But often mistaken for someone Who understands all of his numbers But it appears When he appears at his counselor window His job is clear But his life is confusion He has no clue Just what to do The sound of his voice Always keeps him much too busy What's the point? He lost it all The only thing left is what he's leaving He breaks in two, he was never one He breaks in two, he was never one Never one to be publicly broken Jesus Christ, it would be nice, If he knew where his next meal was coming from The fire burned out When the fuel fell on empty And Timothy thought he was the only one left standing But he looked around And all he saw was the ground And then he knew the truth He was lying, lying, lying What's the point? He lost it all The only thing left is what he's leaving He breaks in two, he was never one He breaks in two, he was never one Never one to be publicly broken Jesus Christ, it would be nice, If he knew that his last meal, His last meal, Was not a lie But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now But it really doesn't matter But it really doesn't matter now