Watch on display, sneakers gleaming
Statuses cut like a razor
Beer by beer, adding zeros
What's real, is anything real anymore?
I'm tired of getting out of the way
When we fill the space with emptiness
Talk after talk after talk
Who's actually doing anything around here?
That's what we were supposed to become
But the dress is in tatters, coming down from a high
Didn't find happiness in wonderland
Searching for love like a bride for a dress
Use it once, store it in a closet
Desperation keeps things interesting
Take me in your arms, hold me, but don't own me
Take me in your arms, hold me, but don't own me
That's what we were supposed to become
But the dress is in tatters, coming down from a high
Didn't find happiness in wonderland
Times change, the hands move
Skin gets old, faces change
Summer of '96, scabbed knees
In the building's sandbox
Mom put a band-aid on when I cried
That's what we were supposed to become
But the dress is in tatters, coming down from a high
Didn't find happiness in wonderland