I've been meaning to ask you
How life looks from the nose bleed seats
And to ask you how it feels to bleed
Your life's a wasteAnd the way that I'll ask it
Will have revenge woven throughout
But will be masked with the concern
That a friend would bring, you're so incompleteHold a mirror to show just what you've become
And read your diary to figure out where things went wrong
I don't think I'll ever understand
How a cowardly cat can call himself a manYou're all show and it's getting old
You're all show and it's getting old
As for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Making the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a lifeI've been meaning to harm you
In the best way that I see fit
I'm not sure if this did the trick
But I think it didHold a mirror to show just what you've become
And read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong
I hope one day you understand
A girl on your arm won't make you a manYou're all show and it's getting old
You're all show and it's getting oldAs for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Making the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a life
Keep walking down your shallow lonely road
It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours aloneIf you dig too deep are you scared you'll find something
As spoonfuls of shit will surely add up
Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease
You're life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame meAs for the rest of us, we'll do fine with what we have
Make the best of what is left
And you're a naysayer who will never know
What it's like to really have half a life
