We were never/meant to cross that line
Meant to realize/our friends
On Sunday morning/turned in all our lies
Turned in all our pride/again
I'm not mistaken/or taken by surprise
Taken by the guise/of sin
But maybe I am/I'm tired and I'll try
Cookie-cutter lives/are penciled in
*Now what?/I've got nowhere to go
And I don't care/I don't care anymore
So what/I guess this feels like home
And I don't care/I don't care anymore
We were never/meant to rationalize
Meant to make it right/the bends
Well try my patience/try it and you'll find
Try it and you'll hide/we're closed in
*chorus
