When will we stop pretending we're interesting,
when we're just like everyone else?
We spend so much time inside of our own minds,
trying hard just to be ourselves.

When we're not all that beautiful and we're not all that sharp,
We're not ******* special, we're barely a spark,
Yet we burn all our bridges to try and go our own way,
But the fact that we're nothing is what makes us the same.

What if all that was offered to you was spat from your tongue?
Would it make any difference when it's all said and done?
I believe it wouldn't matter if it all washed away,
Because when the flood water rises we all drown the same.

Well if nothing is sacred then nothing's disgraced,
And nothing is important in matters of faith,
It all just feeds the ego and is all to save face,
Either boxes or ashes we all end the same.

I wish we could stop pretending we're interesting,
when we are just like everyone else.