I've been chewing on my hopes again
Greased up ropes and cinnamon
Losing grip of wholesome bitter spice
All the things just grow so bland
Deceived by a slight of hand
Discontent will just have to suffice
I know what I know but it don't mean a thing
I go where I go where I go but I keep on leaving
I know what I know but it don't mean a thing
I go where I go but I keep on leaving
You were always the one to tell me
I was never good at speaking
But I was always one to let be
And leave it to our very own thinking
You were always the one
I know what I know but it don't mean a thing
I go where I go but I keep on leaving
Miss lead is a well known friend
I ask where I should begin
But her answer never really fits
Why should I try to pretend
I'll just end up here again
So what is the use in all of this
I know what I know but it don't mean a thing
I go where I go but I keep on leaving
You were always the one to tell me
I was never good at speaking
But I was always one to let be
And leave it to our very own thinking
You were always the one
I never fret about it
But sometimes I would doubt it
I never try to care
But sometimes I get scared
I never fret about it
But sometimes I would doubt it
I never try to care
But sometimes I get scared
I never fret about it
But sometimes I would doubt it
I never try to care
But sometimes I get scared
I never fret about it
But sometimes I would doubt it
I never try to care
But sometimes I get scared
You were always the one
To tell me I'm wrong