What could I say? what could I say? There was nothing to do And there was no one to blame I learn to watch myself fade When I see you walk away I pretend to feel some kind of pain I was always a pretty good actor, anyway Mhm mhm mhm Mhm mhm mhm I don't feel tired, I don't feel shy I haven't gone a day without telling a lie And my conscience feels no weight And every time I end up on the floor It's always something I do That keeps the lock on the door And there is no other way It's the faces on the page That bring me back here every day To the place I was before But I won't chase that feeling anymore ♪ And every time I end up on the floor It's always something I do That keeps the lock on the door And there is no other way If the faces on the page Could bring me back here every day Then I would have something to say But all my words have lost their sway Well I don't want to waste your time By spitting out another line Because you've heard it all before So I won't chase that feeling anymore