verse 1
People talk, when they do; they don't say things to your face.
Friends that you only see in a picture frame these days.
Beyond the grasp of guilt; there is a constant place
And you will find the mint that leaves a bitter taste
verse 2
Here the girls "get around"; well, at least ya hear they do
Well, how will you then explain when they "get around" to you?
Hide, every crowded block, there is an empty way
A shared half-secret that expires every day
Bridge
We'd all love your heroes, but found that they are all assholes
And just like you; what, me too? If you were someone to love
Try not, the puller's hand and leave yourself and shake
Just nod your head and smile, you're only one of them.