Maybe I'm defensive 'cause it's my favorite Song but you cheapen the passion every Time you sing along and laugh you take The photograpgh 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 'Cause 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 smae 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 waht you wanted all along I Guess we don't see eye to eye 'cause I'm looking Around to figure out what went Wrong so much potential should've added Up ever 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 befoire 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