This ain't how its supposed to be This ain't how its supposed to be Look at time fluttering Puppet how I move the strings Finally got control of me Finally got ahold of me Right back where I'm supposed to be Wonder how the photo read You can see the photo bleed Cut it open uh Feelings These don't fold like manila sleeves Please tell me yellow journalist One thing to cope You was close to me Dear puppet master had ahold on me You can see me dance Could it be that a way Just a rinse out the mud That's a pretty honest Prophecy In your eyes hard to see Coupon yeah talk is cheap Plenty miles c'est la vie Cowboy its been a day Fell in love