Why are you surprised 
Nobody's arrived 
The thoughts on people's minds are 
We're nothing 

Must you be so blind 
Not to realize 
Everybody's thoughts 
Mean something 

It goes to bed... 

Nothing stays the same 
All we do is blame 
But we're the one's at fault 
No one's perfect 

I'll tell it like it is 
We don't belong in this biz 
So pack up your vintage life 
We're leaving 

It goes to bed...

They say what they think they know 
And they know what's on television 
They dress how the others dress 
And they feel without the truth of even feeling 

It goes to bed...