I've got a worn out head
A worn out lover
I've got worn out shoes
That won't fit the others
I've got a worn out head
A worn out brother
It's my only one
Don't tell my mother
Why don't we understand?
When we get by and we make friends, we make amends?
We realise we've become an atom one
We're waiting for the truth to land in everyone
And when it's said and done
A butterfly relocates
And a storm will come
I've got a worn out head
A worn out lover
I've got a worn out head
I don't judge the others
I've got a worn out head
A worn out brother
It don't take a sec
To choose the other
What's wrong with the bigger plan?
We sanctify a new messiah and pray again
We realise everyone's replaceable
Waiting for the 'next true love' to hit and run
And when it's said and done
A butterfly relocates
And a storm will come
No rest for the weary men
To satisfy a deeper lie of ignorance
We realise everyone's true to none
Waiting for the next best thing is a common song
All the world's a stage and we are merely players
And then it's said and done
Give your heart away to all the freaks and fakers
And when the day is done
And the smoke has cleared
And the dreams have vapored
Another one suffocates
A butterfly relocates