I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor.
Now it’s like the joke that we all know:
why’d the chicken cross the road?
This isn’t everything
this isn’t everything
why do you got to take everything
so seriously?
None of it matters
because nothing exists.
I know you don’t care so
why do you act so pissed?
People act like we’re all questions that need
to be answered, and that fucking frustrates me.
Me, I feel like this answer in search of his question,
and I’m in desperate need of rephrasing.
And sometimes I feel so frantic:
I’m lost to logic, to the How, to the mechanics,
but deep below, an ever-depleting Why leaves me seething,
and the gap is growing, the void’s swallowing me and I’m lost to meaning.
Love is the meaning of life
and love is suicide.
Life is a journey to death
and that’s the bottom line.
From the moment we’re born
you know that we start to die.
We certainly don’t have eternity but
a solid deadline would be nice.
So then life is but a dream,
life is just a dream,
I’m rowing like mad but
my boat -- it's sprung a leak.
A hundred bridges falling down
that I never got to cross.
That’s how the cookie crumbles beneath you, my sweet,
but a dozen cookies haven’t crumbled me.
Life is but a dream,
life is just a dream,
degenerating into a nightmare.
I’ll see you at the falls, just down stream.
The world is just a stage
and we’re all bad actors trapped in our masks-for-rent
the dog ate the script and we all forgot our lines.
I got stage fright, tripped and fell into the audience.
From the moment we’re born
you know that we start to die.
So how can you be so angry, depressed and bored?
C’mon, this is really the ride of your life.
I never once burned a bridge,
I’d much prefer to blow it all to hell.
Remember when we smiled and played as kids?
I think somewhere back then I lost myself.
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor...
Some guy just today said life is just a game,
but he said there aren’t any fucking rules at all -- of course,
he overlooked entropy, gravity, cause-and-effect and taxes
where to get the manual, how to reset, and who’s keeping score.
Is she crying wolf when she tells me through her warm eyes
that this sky here is falling, and either way is it best just to ignore?
I mean, I see the shit leap up from the toilet of our lives and
it’s got to hit the fan, so can you spare an umbrella for the storm?
Remember when we smiled and played as kids?
I think somewhere back then I lost myself
from the moment we’re born we start to die
womb to tomb, and between them is hell.
I’m staring in the mirror
help me see the humor
lost in chaos, can’t make sense
of these disorganized thoughts again.
If life is a choice and we chose to come here
then in a sense every passing breath is suicide.
Life’s no game, it’s a joke – and our failure to see that?
That’s the punch line, that’s the punch line, all right?
It was funny when we were younger
like the chicken who crossed the road to get to the other side,
but as we grew older I lost the humor, and now
life’s a game and I’m just another looser.
This isn’t everything
this isn’t everything
why do you got to take everything
so seriously?
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor.
I’m staring in the mirror,
but the answer is no clearer.
I can’t see clearly
taking everything so seriously.
I need rephrasing, I need meaning
or is it my mechanics, do I need rewiring?
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor in what I see.
I’m staring in the mirror,
why the hell are you laughing at me?
I touch the glass
and I touch back
Let me know all of me that you hide.
How do you get to the other side?
Why are you laughing... ?
help me see the humor.
Now it’s like the joke that we all know:
why’d the chicken cross the road?
This isn’t everything
this isn’t everything
why do you got to take everything
so seriously?
None of it matters
because nothing exists.
I know you don’t care so
why do you act so pissed?
People act like we’re all questions that need
to be answered, and that fucking frustrates me.
Me, I feel like this answer in search of his question,
and I’m in desperate need of rephrasing.
And sometimes I feel so frantic:
I’m lost to logic, to the How, to the mechanics,
but deep below, an ever-depleting Why leaves me seething,
and the gap is growing, the void’s swallowing me and I’m lost to meaning.
Love is the meaning of life
and love is suicide.
Life is a journey to death
and that’s the bottom line.
From the moment we’re born
you know that we start to die.
We certainly don’t have eternity but
a solid deadline would be nice.
So then life is but a dream,
life is just a dream,
I’m rowing like mad but
my boat -- it's sprung a leak.
A hundred bridges falling down
that I never got to cross.
That’s how the cookie crumbles beneath you, my sweet,
but a dozen cookies haven’t crumbled me.
Life is but a dream,
life is just a dream,
degenerating into a nightmare.
I’ll see you at the falls, just down stream.
The world is just a stage
and we’re all bad actors trapped in our masks-for-rent
the dog ate the script and we all forgot our lines.
I got stage fright, tripped and fell into the audience.
From the moment we’re born
you know that we start to die.
So how can you be so angry, depressed and bored?
C’mon, this is really the ride of your life.
I never once burned a bridge,
I’d much prefer to blow it all to hell.
Remember when we smiled and played as kids?
I think somewhere back then I lost myself.
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor...
Some guy just today said life is just a game,
but he said there aren’t any fucking rules at all -- of course,
he overlooked entropy, gravity, cause-and-effect and taxes
where to get the manual, how to reset, and who’s keeping score.
Is she crying wolf when she tells me through her warm eyes
that this sky here is falling, and either way is it best just to ignore?
I mean, I see the shit leap up from the toilet of our lives and
it’s got to hit the fan, so can you spare an umbrella for the storm?
Remember when we smiled and played as kids?
I think somewhere back then I lost myself
from the moment we’re born we start to die
womb to tomb, and between them is hell.
I’m staring in the mirror
help me see the humor
lost in chaos, can’t make sense
of these disorganized thoughts again.
If life is a choice and we chose to come here
then in a sense every passing breath is suicide.
Life’s no game, it’s a joke – and our failure to see that?
That’s the punch line, that’s the punch line, all right?
It was funny when we were younger
like the chicken who crossed the road to get to the other side,
but as we grew older I lost the humor, and now
life’s a game and I’m just another looser.
This isn’t everything
this isn’t everything
why do you got to take everything
so seriously?
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor.
I’m staring in the mirror,
but the answer is no clearer.
I can’t see clearly
taking everything so seriously.
I need rephrasing, I need meaning
or is it my mechanics, do I need rewiring?
I’m staring in the mirror,
help me see the humor in what I see.
I’m staring in the mirror,
why the hell are you laughing at me?
I touch the glass
and I touch back
Let me know all of me that you hide.
How do you get to the other side?
Why are you laughing... ?
My brain needed to spyew, that's all.
