Daily Gazette

We lie to suit our needs, it's so plain to see
Slouchin' endlessly, it's so easy
Behind some dotted line, so crude and unrefined
We'll milk our soggy minds when we're thirsty

And it all seems too much to bare, we sit and stare at the
Same old scenes in magazines that pile beneath the bed

We've heard it all before, repeat just to be sure
And isn't it a bore to be lonely
We lie awake in bed and cringe at the things we've said
But it's all in your head don't you worry