I tell them every dream I've ever had       I tell them every place I have ever gone    And if there's a fear of empty space    I need to be surrounded by someone       Waiting for a chance that things could change    Or spend another night among the dead    Searching for a calming presence    I'm so excitable       Nothing happens, I just can't go on       Tell me why we have to live like this    Waiting for a certain, distant fall    Comfort is as unlikely as escape    And love is always so conditional       I'm tired of the tense and frightened looks       Staring out these tired, anxious eyes    Looking for constant approval    I'm so desirable       Nothing matters, I have to move on    I have to move on    I have to move       I guess it's pretty self-destructive to ruin on what you create    What if I said it's more productive    Would you make a fool out of me?    Cause I'd make a fool out of you    With your cool guitars and rock-star eyes    Emotions all on cue    Or is it hypocrites, like us    That fear what truth can do?