You make stupid decisions to lose the feeling Of confused arrangements that you didn't make Following through on a bet You didn't even get to place Waiting for anyone to disobey Holding hands through the foulness To save your face Got no time To be silent To be shy Throwing truth out the window to make your case Getting ugly to stay but unbearable to go You got the temper as an obligation Knowing no less than them Of this strange isolation Got no time To be silent To be shy Got no time To question the people you treat 'Cus you're only a boy and that's hard to cheat