Why do we do this always   Making sure to make the worst of   what we have, what we've had   and what we wish we always wanted   The truth is I don't know you   And you don't know me   It's better off this way   We're better off alone anyway      And it seems to me   That this is just a dream      I'm making moves   You're faking truths   I'm working hard for what's not there   So good job for the less accomplished      I'm making starts   You're breaking hearts   So tidy up and wearing faces   So good job for the less accomplished      How can you act like I   Don't feel the way I always have   You're packing up and taking off   Never to be seen again,   You're never to be seen again...