So the future isn't what it seems
The pretty pictures your fantasies
Begin to break into the sea
And wash away as broken dreams
Ain't it sick how it comforts you
Ain't it sick that you choose to lose
Now the future has come to be
And those pictures of your fantasies
Are exactly who you are
But you'll never reach the stars
Ain't it sick how it comforts you
Ain't it sick that you choose to lose
Well its so sick that you choose to lose
Ain't it sick how it comforts you