What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long?   What's the point of learning if you knew it all along?   What's the point of singing if you can't sing along?   What's the point of tasting if I don't taste you tongue?      The chemicals don't make me   I'll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene   In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems   The effortlessness making the solemn seem serene      This is not me getting into the getaway car   This is just me staring from the middle of the yard   This is not me saying that I'd not do it again   This is maybe one day...   This is there I go again      These two emotions won't hid   Words left on her tongue tonight   Hypocrisy can't subside   One trained thought fled just despite   Towns filled with skeptic still light   Disease and care left from sight   Just one more left makes this right