My mind is jammed like a machine you'd have to beat to get anything out of,
Lately I don't know where to take things but to the extremes,
And I catch pretty women glance at me and smile,
They don't believe in the fiction that I painted on my face.
I'm on the other side now, yeah
I'm greener but the grass isn't
My friends decided I fidgeted and brooded too much,
And with a snap they made me believe in magic, they disappeared
Don't get me wrong though,
I might be hurt but I'm not innocent
Everything I heard them tell other people was true,
What a broken game of telephone we play.
Today I redeem my tickets, give me my prize.
