I'm stuck in the ground, moving without sound, you say I'm out of bounds.
This is what you're telling me.
I'm not here to cry, make-or-break, I try.... time to f*** or fly.
This is what you're selling me.
No one can win this fight; I've got a plan tonight, because you're always right.
This is what you're telling me.
Nothing that I believe, a wish I won't receive; omissions to deceive.
Truth is like a felony.
You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.
You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.
You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.
You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.
In the space between, details are cut lean and the average is too mean.
This is what you're telling me.
A small piece of my heart for you to rip apart... I know you're so smart.
Because it's what you're selling me.
Push and pull mistake, watch the levee break, so learn for your own sake.
What is it you're telling me?
It's time for the final time, acquitted of my crime, no reason without a rhyme.
Touching's like a felony.
You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.
You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.
You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.
You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.
It's better to run it's not like I'm afraid.... you thinking commitments, I just want to get laid.
You want to give and take, but I like what I've got... if I describe "perfection" it's all that you're not.
You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.
You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.
You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.
You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.