I've been sitting in the same chair I've been walking in the same old streets I've been washing in the same white sink There's something different in the man, I think I can tell you everything you want to know About me, my home and my soul I could tell you a lot, no doubt But it's always what I'm holding out What you wanna know about me? I can tell you that I'm feeling fine But you can feel, you can hear it when I'm lying I will tell you that a thousand times Before I tell you what is on my mind What you wanna know about me? I'll make it to the end! Or I'll make it to the waste bin! But I'll die trying everything, everything No time spent on innocence, innocence And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone I'll make it to the end! Or I'll make it to the waste bin! I've been living where the rules aren't set So available, but playing hard to get I can feel it when the ropes get tight I slipped away and I know it ain't right I've been sleeping in the same bed I'm running circles in the same head I can show you my place, no doubt But it's always what I'm holding out What you wanna know about me? I'll make it to the end! Or I'll make it to the waste bin! But I'll die trying everything, everything No time spent on innocence, innocence And I'll leave my prints on everyone, everyone I'll make it to the end! Or I'll make it to the waste bin!