Longing for the times you were escaping from Unable to tell what lies beneath Searching for your alibis, holding onto foolish lies There's nothing dirtier than loneliness, and I'm pretty fucking lonely, man Tell me how you're feeling Or else, I'll never know how you're really feeling Stupid mugs and coffee beans, but you say you don't drink caffeine There's nothing left in this world that I can't live through Dude, I learned all the answers in the backroom of the arcade Foolishly employing my backwards sense of duty And I've seen everything change For the better, for the worse, I can't complain And I've seen everything change For the better, for the worse, I can't complain I can't complain