[ Featuring The Sloths ]
When you're not living your own life
When you can't see beyond your eyes
You choose to live your own life blind
You pray, consult your cult of lies
You're handsome and I'm pretty cute
You said while down in cups of booze
You grab your keys, you're on the news
You're bleeding horseshoe-phone-pole blues
I lay here thinking about today And I cannot help but laugh a little
Your soul is twenty hours away
I would follow, but I don't wanna be
Cynical
I would follow, but I don't wanna be
Cynical
I helped you practice what you preach I told you not to break and breach
I left when you would be discreet I wouldn't want this to repeat
He broke you, shattered on the ground
You forward any little sound
I helped you swim, turned you around
You went and jumped back in and drowned
You're gasping, grasping at the straws
Even though I said that they were fickle
You tried to rationalize the cause
But all you found was that you were being so
Cynical
But all you found was that you were being so
Cynical
