It's the start of a story that I've told a million times
But it still has a million endings
It's the middle of a story that I made up on the spot
And I don't know where to go
It's the blinding speed of thinking that gets me every time
So I surrender to my skull
It's the hundred-thousandth variation of my most recent web of lies
And you're staring at me blankly
And God I know this better than anyone
Telling you that school is going great
And yea I'm happy with my long term girlfriend
And no I don't like boys
With my arms held perpendicular to me
I can tell that you look less ridiculous
Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering
I can tell that I look just enough to play the part
Of Connor Carmody on his most recent escapades
Loving his old job
It's the middle of a shift and my feet are wet and aching
It's the middle of a story and I've lost my train of thought
It's the falling action of a tale where I got laid and made money
It's the start of a story that I've told a million times but it still has a million endings
And no I don't want to repeat myself
But I know there's merit in doing that
'Cause then you won't get caught when you're telling someone
You still work at Sam's Club
With my arms held perpendicular to me
I can tell that you look less ridiculous
Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering
I can tell that I look just enough to play the part
It's the end of a story that I've told a million times
And I have jerry-rigged an ending
It's the start of a story and I'll tell it to you straight
The hardest part of living is
The reflection that I've made
And the honesty that it brings
Not that I would be listening
And the heart of a story and I'll still tell it a million times
But it only has one ending