Timothy Wright is never wrong
But often mistaken for someone
Who understands all of his numbers
But it appears
When he appears at his counselor window
His job is clear
But his life is confusion
He has no clue
Just what to do
The sound of his voice
Always keeps him much too busy
What's the point?
He lost it all
The only thing left is what he's leaving
He breaks in two, he was never one
He breaks in two, he was never one
Never one to be publicly broken
Jesus Christ, it would be nice,
If he knew where his next meal was coming from
The fire burned out
When the fuel fell on empty
And Timothy thought he was the only one left standing
But he looked around
And all he saw was the ground
And then he knew the truth
He was lying, lying, lying
What's the point?
He lost it all
The only thing left is what he's leaving
He breaks in two, he was never one
He breaks in two, he was never one
Never one to be publicly broken
Jesus Christ, it would be nice,
If he knew that his last meal,
His last meal,
Was not a lie
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now
But it really doesn't matter
But it really doesn't matter now