I've blindly followed I've made some real mistakes I've lost and I have cheated Leading too many hearts to break It's past the past-time And I'm not running from memories 'Cuz I'm trying to be better than the prick you knew from the suburbs Not passive or patient I'm trying and failing And still not prevailing and clinically struggling Is it good fortune that affords us the distraction? Which allows us to continue down the path that we otherwise would not approve of Blinders on our consciousness We can't play the victim It's past the past-time And I'm not running from memories 'Cuz I'm trying to be better than the prick you knew from the suburbs Not passive or patient I'm trying and failing And still not prevailing and clinically struggling We've lost our masks now, it's all for the show And we burn bright in the shadow by the fire's amber glow We're monsters on the inside and the villagers all know No amount of makeup can cover what we've sewn Was it even worth it? I promise not to tell