You said I didn't have a ghost of a chanceIn
your book,Well, take another lookI'm not finished yet.Stipulations
you hang around my neck like a chain -Each link represents
your discontent.What's the big picture,
What can I see,Whatever happenedTo your faith in me?Where's
it gone?I bust my ass but I'm always wrong,
Seven different ways to write a song,
Change your clothes, the way you play -Slapped with
a fine'Cause you showed up to rehearsal late.
And I bust my ass but I'm always wrong,
It's been your game,I just played along,
We center around what you always need,
Now I'm afraid to admitThere's a little discrepancy.But
I've been with you all along.