You've read the books
You've watched the shows
What's the best way no one knows, yeah
Meditate, get hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won't go
You're doing all these things out of desperation
Oh, oh, your going through six degrees of separation

You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah
You fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that
I'm better now than ever, and your life's okay
Well, it's not, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
Oh, oh, your going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see 'em out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit
That you may have fucked up a little

No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone will throw an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones
Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul
Well, it's not, no
You're only doing things out of desperation
Oh, oh, your going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see 'em out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit
That you may have fucked up a little

No, there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You'd take 'em back
No hesitation
That's how you know
You've reached the sixth degreee of separation

No, there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You'd take 'em back
No hesitation
That's how you know
You've reached the sixth degreee of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see 'em out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit
That you may have fucked up a little

(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
Oh, you're going through six degrees of separation
(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
Oh, you're going through six degrees of separation
(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)

(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
Oh, you're going through six degrees of separation

Composição: Steve Kipner / Mark Sheehan / Daniel O'Donoghue / Andrew Frampton