When you ask me "How have you been?"
Honestly, I don't wanna answer that question
Because you're just trying to be polite
But I just found out my life's a lie
Oh well, oh well
Building up a picket fence dream
Of passion and dignity
So blind to the house on fire
Burning out so naturally
And when I finally turned around
All my dreams turned to debris
Hoping for the dust to settle
But dust was all that's left for me
Oh well, oh well
Off to the couch where I'll dwell
Oh well, oh well
For the next hour or twelve
Oh well, oh well
The daily chorus of
Oh well, oh well
Guess this is good enough
I went searching for myself
And just got lost
Alone with my thoughts
I only found the dot-dot-dot's
So I carried on hope
That smoke-filled basements would make me whole
Drawing closure from
Knowing sometimes closure doesn't come
Oh well, oh well
Off to the couch where I'll dwell
Oh well, oh well
For the next hour or twelve
Oh well, oh well
The daily chorus of
Oh well, oh well
Guess this is good enough
Sometimes, dreams die
But you can dream again