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