Option A is to get the f*ck out of Dodge
Option B it's too late to leave
But the brain can't decide what the heart really needs
But the brain can't decide what the heart really needs
You're making stuff up as you go along
It's a new dance but the same old song
Everyone tires as the curtains close
Cause you've cut off your face
To spite your nose
How Long
Til we figure out
Where we belong
And How long
Given a chance
To right our wrongs
When the lights fall dark on your scene
The actor in me sees a drama queen
It seems your play is just a mirage
But it's time to get the f*ck out of Dodge
How Long
Til we figure out
Where we belong
How long
If given a chance
To right our wrongs
How Long
Til we figure out
Where we belong
And how long
If given a chance
To right our wrongs
And How Long
Til we figure out
Where we belong
And How long
If given the chance
Aaaah