guess i had it coming  ambition is my worst vice  next thing I know  time is having it's way with me  working hard at putting skin on baloney  it all makes sense in some way i forget right now  somehow i manage to fool  myself and everyone else  that this is really just  only, maybe, only,  just the meantime  meantime  frequent liar mileage  as if I had a choice  limp to the edge of patience  and let yourself fall  wearing out mirrors  all over the world  i hope i can get far playing  air guitar  in the meantime  meantime  there has to be more than this  there has to be more than this  somehow i manage to fool  myself and everyone else  that this is really just  only, maybe, only,  just the meantime  meantime  there has to be more than this