SOMETHING NEW
| 2005
i think i know what it's like
trying your best to say
something new every single day
i think i just just might
give it all up for a while
at least until it goes back out of style
is it fate or stupidity
is it love or just bad luck
is it something we were born to be
or just something we refuse to give up
why must i confine
the things that i say for the sake
of the impression it could make
what if this is really life
you try something on for a while
take it off if it ain't your style
is it smoke and mirrors
or god's honest truth
that you ain't just like me
and i ain't just like you
but we still speak a language
that nobody else knows
so they don't understand us
but hey, that's how it goes
i think i know what it's like
the torture of trying to stay
in one place, maybe for a day
i think i just might
give it all up for a while...
is it dream or lucidity
or just the end of this patch of bad luck
is it something we were born to be
or just something we can't give up?
