Always fine, just on the daily grind
Guess somethings never change
Your wheels sure seem in motion
But you're stuck spinning in place
Here's the thing 'bout being rescued
You need to want to be saved
There's plenty of shoulders to cry on
But those better be real tears
Who do you think you're foolin'
With your low effort masquerade
Your little white lies are growing darker
As you slowly dig your own grave
You made your bed now lie in it
This can of worms is all yours
Cause your bridges are only burning
Cause of the fires you've ignored
There's plenty of answers out there
You refuse to hear
Who do you think you're foolin'
With your low effort masquerade
Your little white lies are growing darker
As you slowly dig your own grave
Pretend all you want you're not running away
But when everyone's moving forward
Staying behind may very well be the same
Who do you think you're foolin'
With your low effort masquerade
Your little white lies are growing darker
As you slowly dig your own grave