On a hiding to nothing
You know you'll never come clean
Watching out from a distance
A kind of dopamine
You say there's nothing for you
In a place like this
You might as well stop looking
You took your shot and missed
Not gonna fly this time around
I'm finished holding out
That ship has sailed and run aground
Nothing to talk about
Not gonna fly this time around
I'm finished holding out
That ship has sailed and run aground
Nothing to talk about
No point in mourning
What you never possessed
It all died in aborning
While the jury recessed
So take it all now
And change what went amiss
As for your past transgressions
Decline to reminisce
Not gonna fly this time around
I'm finished holding out
That ship has sailed and run aground
Nothing to talk about
Not gonna fly this time around
I'm finished holding out
That ship has sailed and run aground
Nothing to talk about
On a hiding to nothing
On a hiding to nothing