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