Good things never last long when you've Come to expect them The whole world is doing it wrong and I Can't not correct them Slack-jawed sheeple with their eyes closed As if I don't already have Enough to do There's too many of you More than I can save When I torch the place Cover up my face That will make me brave That will make me brave Heroes, we pay a high price. There's a Girl who ignores me Good guy, I used to be nice, now I Hate 'til it bores me Small-time pitiful rebellions I'm here, puckered up, sucking on these Sour grapes Filling in the shapes of Shadows in my cave When I torch the place Cover up my face That will make me brave That will make me brave You speak and presto-change-o, great— Now I'm the bad one Your manifesto's strange, oh, wait— You don't even have one Sunlight is kicking up dust as I Stare down the morning Who's left? There's no one I trust and I'm Sure it's a warning Up late, measuring the harm done My heart hardening, counting up the Lonely nights And all the little slights I'm Taking to my grave When I torch the place Cover up my face That will make me brave That will make me brave