Tray upon tray, the fat melts away to reveal a magnificent scene
With a girl next to me, who gets what I mean
Still she wants me to try to appease them
But how can I keep a straight face, when I know there's no way I'll ever relate
They sit in a daze, eagerly waiting to say
What they're planning to say, and they think I'm okay
Tell me something better exists
There must be something better than this
Call me a cynic, call me a dick, I'll get what I give
But there must be something better, there must be something better
Maybe I'm just too jaded to understand, why she asked me not to speak
I can't breathe, on the inside of me there's a war
I don't know who I'm fighting for
I'm tied to a seat where I don't want to be, at a dinner party from hell
I'm so high tonight and it isn't the drugs
Just a pleasure of the damned, and I don't give a f*ck, no I don't give a f*ck at all
Tell me something better exists
There must be something better than this
Call me a cynic, call me a dick, I'll get what I give
But there must be something better, there must be something better
Surrounded by all that mean well
They don't have a clue, the real to do, means nothing to them
They go on, pretend to belong, and they swear that they won't fade away
All they know, is the notion of hope that they've saved from a childhood play
Guess it calls with some relevance now
I'm expecting a call from my therapist, anyhow...
Tell me something better exists
There must be something better than this
Call me a cynic, call me a dick, I'll get what I give
But there must be something better, there must be something better
But there must be something better, there must be something better