guess I had it coming
ambition is my worst vice
next thing I know
time is having it's way with me
working hard at putting skin on baloney
it all makes sense in some way i forget right now
somehow i manage to fool
myself and everyone else
that this is really just
only, maybe, only,
just the meantime
meantime
frequent liar mileage
as if I had a choice
limp to the edge of patience
and let yourself fall
wearing out mirrors
all over the world
i hope i can get far playing
air guitar
in the meantime
meantime
there has to be more than this
there has to be more than this
somehow i manage to fool
myself and everyone else
that this is really just
only, maybe, only,
just the meantime
meantime
there has to be more than this
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