You made another fortune cookie friend.
You sure made them proud, rug burns on your knees.
You quickly learn how far your knees will bend.
You won’t fight the crowd, ‘cause you aim to please.

And you just get used. And you just get used.
And you just get used to it.

You keep a thousand creepy watchdogs.
They are at your side, but you keep them tied.
You’re feeling duped, you’re feeling waterlogged.
Soon the day will come when they see you’ve lied.

And you just get used. And you just get used.
And you just get used to it. Eye of the needle.

The world is colorful without you,
If you ran away. And why would you stay?
To get knocked down and press your black and blues?
You could stop right now, and what could they say?
You touch your finger to that pretty flame
Yet you hold the match ‘cause you built that fire.
There’s no one else; there’s no one left to blame.
Will you suffocate on your own desire?