you can doubt anything   if you think about it long enough   cuz what happened always adjusts to fit   what happened after that   and it's hard to feel like you are free   when all you seem to do is referee   remember when it was just you and me   steppin' up to bat?      and win or lose   just that you choose this little war   is what kills you   and either/or it's that this war   is maybe also what thrills you      we thought we left possession behind   but truth is i was yours and you were mine   and now i've replayed a thousand times   exactly what was said   cuz nothing is as it appears   in the funhouse mirrors of your fears   on the roller coaster of all these years   with your hands above your head      and win or lose   just that you choose this little war   is what kills you   and either/or it's that this war   is maybe also what thrills you      i don't care how fast you run   just tell me, baby, that when you're done   with your little marathon   you still got cab fare home   cuz the finish line is a shifty thing   and what is life but reckoning   and, you know   you are still the song i sing   to myself   when i'm alone      and win or lose just that we choose   this little war is what kills us   and either/or it's that this war   is maybe also what thrills us