[Verse]
The butterflies are gone and you're still waving your arms
Robotic gestures from your past that kept you out of harm
You're staring at the ticking clock, unmoved by its sounds
In a dreamless life of jerky motions and it's never off
[Chorus]
This could never be as good, as it said on the phone
This could never be as good, as it said on the phone
Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away
Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away
[Verse]
You bought the book of your life from a dirty little man
Who had the words of Jesus and the face of a tramp
You paid him with all of your savings, with every little bit
A dreamless life of written fate that you lived by yourself
[Chorus]
This could never be as good, as it said on the phone
This could never be as good, as it said on the phone
Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away
Didn't sign up for this mess, and it's late to walk away
[Outro]
This could never be good
This could never be good
This could never be good, never be good
This could never be good, never be good