you can doubt anything

if you think about it long enough

cuz what happened always adjusts to fit

what happened after that

and it's hard to feel like you are free

when all you seem to do is referee

remember when it was just you and me

steppin' up to bat?



and win or lose

just that you choose this little war

is what kills you

and either/or it's that this war

is maybe also what thrills you





we thought we left possession behind

but truth is i was yours and you were mine

and now i've replayed a thousand times

exactly what was said

cuz nothing is as it appears

in the funhouse mirrors of your fears

on the roller coaster of all these years

with your hands above your head



and win or lose

just that you choose this little war

is what kills you

and either/or it's that this war

is maybe also what thrills you



i don't care how fast you run

just tell me, baby, that when you're done

with your little marathon

you still got cab fare home

cuz the finish line is a shifty thing

and what is life but reckoning

and, you know

you are still the song i sing

to myself

when i'm alone



and win or lose just that we choose

this little war is what kills us

and either/or it's that this war

is maybe also what thrills us