In a flick of the wrist
You will not find
The sharp blade that is your mind
And you're the one who's wearing
The end is nigh
Your heart it's been through the best of times
But we're breaking it now
And you don't really wanna know
You had believed one time
Now you want more
And what you perceive as life
Is no more than a chore
Never a safe or a right place
Forever getting old
You need to learn for the wings that we have grown
You're not really listening to me
You're not really listening to me
You're not really listening to me
You're not really listening
You had believed one time
Now you want more
And what you perceive as life
Is no more than a chore
You don't have what you won't have
You don't have what you don't need
You don't have what you won't have
You don't need
You don't need
Need it
Oh
You had believed one time
Now you want more
And what you perceive as life
Is no more than a chore
A chore
A chore
