everything has got a sense
a permanence attached to it
sucks you in and feeds you till
finally you're used to it
and now you're so dependent
now you're so defensive
now you're finding reasons
why they're all wrong

so in love with
all your vices
you can't change
or move on

and it comes to this
such tragic endings
you shake your fists
just stop pretending
it comes to this
such tragic endings
it's hit or miss
just stop pretending now

now everyone keeps asking you
"what exactly happened?"
you've got all these excuses but
you don't have an answer
'cause you don't know yourself
you don't know your own weaknesses
you're always innocent
because you're never honest

so wrapped up in
your perspective
morality's become an opinion

it comes to this
such tragic endings
you shake your fists
just stop pretending
it comes to this
such tragic endings
it's hit or miss
just stop pretending now

you wanted to be left alone
wanted someone to say
"boy i'm always here for you"
but you can't have it both ways
no, no one knows what you've done
no one knows what you've done
no one knows what you've done
and it's just as well

the only thing that comforts me is
knowing that you'll never be happy