In pursuit of the dream chord Not going to fail, not going to fail In pursuit of the dream chord I cannot fail Writing is a real chore Isn't that shame, isn't that shame? Writing is a real chore At times a strain Well now it might seem that way As if I'd nothing to say While it's all words I exhale That you mistake for disdain Where do my expressions go Those precious words That expose my core? I can't believe the length I go to play this game with you Again and again I dress it up as victory, but before I know it slips Out of my hands Reaching for the thrill boy You can't escape Aching for the thrill, boy There's no escape Well now it might seem that way As if I'd nothing to say While it's all words I exhale That you mistake for disdain Where do my expressions go Those precious words That expose my core? I can't believe the length I go to play this game with you Again and again I dress it up as victory, but before I know it slips Out of my hands