Maybe I'm defensive 'cause it's my favorite song
But you cheapen the passion every time you sing along and laugh
You take the photograph, you recreate it piece by piece
You stand the same way and wear the same clothes
But you don't see the desperation and frustration underneath the pose
The real belief
'Cause you're a second-rate imitation
A watered-down simulation of the real thing
That alone wouldn't bug me
But it's you thinking that everything is and has always been that same way
Well, it almost sounds like anger
Almost looks like passion
Almost seems like real life worth living
You congratulate yourself for seeming so convincing
Then go home alone and find that something's still missing
If this is what you wanted all along, I guess we don't see eye to eye
'Cause I'm looking around, trying to figure out what went wrong
So much potential could've added up
Even if we'd given up, I'd understand
But we tried so hard and got nothing but a rented hall with your shitty band
Who are we kidding?
We killed our own dreams before anyone else ever got the chance
Now we don't even dance
So let's just go home
Well, it almost sounds like anger
Almost looks like passion
Almost seems like real life worth living
We congratulate ourselves for seeming so convincing
Then go home alone and find that something's still missing
Well, it almost sounds like anger
Almost looks like passion
Almost seems like real life worth living
We congratulate ourselves for seeming so convincing
Then go home alone and find that something's still missing
Something's still missing
Something's still missing