You taught me once, you taught me twice,
how to lose my-self.
And though it sound-ed aw-fully nice,
there is no es-cape.
You can抰 pre-tend when you抮e a-fraid,
so you play by rules.
And though it takes you some-where safe,
it抯 just so damn un-cool.
And in a way I think you know.
And in a way I think you know.
I've got this an-ger, I've got this spite,
and it drives me mad.
I've got this fear that it might grow
in-to some-thing bad.
And in a way I think you know.
In a way I think you know.
Ei-ther way I think you know.
Ei-ther way I think you know.
