there's a stain on your shirt   from where you spilled the red wine   i almost remember it was over there by the piano   now you're forcing the liquor down your throat   it's not pleasant but hey, we need to forget   'cause you tried so hard to get inside her head   the secret is out, you were weak all along   i hear the laughter in the next room   my thoughts scatter   it's as if they don't want to be found out   how do i keep going?   how do i sleep at night?   it's like happiness, it's a goal we chase,   we obtain, and then it slips through our finger tips   the mistakes we made we learn from them   or we learn how to make them again   i want to look in from the outside   i'd make my own rules   i'd stand on something other than this sphere   it would be more like a box   full of second chances