Texty: Built To Spill. Perfect From Now On. Stop the Show.

You don't tell me anything
That's not a dream, that's not a big lie
You're not going anywhere
You don't care, you think that's fine

You don't owe me anything
Your offering, it's already mine
Your best friend is everywhere
They don't care, they think you're slime

You don't even know what it means
To take your own advice
And then expect me to look surprised

After a while you know their style
And that's enough to know they suck
And when you know, they'll stop the show
Because they know you know

I know it's sad but don't feel bad
They knew they had it coming
After a while, it hurts to smile
And if you laugh, it's just a typical miracle