Maybe I'm defensive 'cause it's my favoritesong but you cheapen the passion every
Time you sing along and laugh you take
The photograpgh and recreate it pieceby piece you stand the same way andwear the same clothes but you don't see
The desperation and frustration underneath
The pose the real belief'cause you're a second rate imitation awatered down simulation of the real
Thing and that alone wouldn't bug me
But it's you thinking that everything is
And has always been that smae way
Well it almost sounds like anger almost
Looks like passion almost seems like
Real life worth living you congratulate
Yourself for seeming so convincing
Then go home alone and find that
Something's still missing
If this is waht you wanted all along 
Iguess we don't see eye to eye 'cause 
I'm looking
Around to figure out what wentwrong so much potential should've addedup ever if we'd given up 
I'd understand
But we tried so hard and got nothing but
A rented Hall with your shitty band
WHo are we kidding we killed our own
Dreams befoire anyone else ever got the chanceand now we don't even dance solet's just go home
Well it almost sounds like anger almost
Looks like passion almost seems like
Real life worth living we congratulate
Ourselves for seeming so convincing
Then go home alone and find that
Something's still missing