Looking For The Right Things (In The Wrong Places)

So we meet again
Drink our grudge away, we celebrate
That we are both grown-ups, for this we can be glad
I know it doesn’t seem much, but this is all I have

We try to be polite
But what good does that make?
We try to make things right
By making a huge mistake

Our bodies might be close
But our hearts far by miles
Inside a cage of bones
And locked in our fake smiles

The same old story
Since we can’t look inside ourselves
The blame is on everyone
But not on us

The same old story
We don’t know what to say
But we sure know how to fuck
Let’s hope this is enough