This is the first scene of an act
With my own hands stuck in my back
Around here, the puppet is the puppeteer
And I was down for the proverbial count
So what do you want from me
Another song about apathy
Heartbreak is a friend these days
But I couldn't care less
That's what I get paid to say

I am lost a lot
But you can't believe me
And my stomach knots
You can see that
I can't find my way
I can't find it
Should I say something sensational now

In the center ring, I'm the crying clown
It's a little too exciting on the trapeze
When you swing with your eyes losing the ground
And pain can be like a boomerang
Heartbreak is a trend these days
I couldn't care less
I've never been that trendy anyway

I am lost a lot
But you can't believe me
And my stomach knots
You can see that
I can't find my way
I can't find it
Should I say something sensational now

We'll hold on thinking everything is wrong
Watch our lives from afar
But looking back is not so bad
Realize what you've been missing
I can't find my way