She's all grown up
a beautiful girl with this infectious smile
it could go on for miles
but she's one of those people
who's got the world on a string
it's wrapped up around her
every common occurance
this personal tradgedy,
which really mocks the finality

she thinks she's got it all
and knows it all too
so what's God trying to tell you?

It's a game
in your mind
we play it all the time
maybe we need to stop
lying to ourselves
that we've not got it all
divided and
compartmentalized
and figured out
Maybe be we've got
to get real with ourselves
theres not enough time anymore
to pretend
and play this game
of who cares the most about me

turn yourself inside out
for the whole world to see
including me

The real joke is: we know, no ones playing anymore
all the makeup in the world can't
hide what we feel inside
and all this hyped up drama
that swirls conveniently around you
really means nothing except the power
that you give them.
And, do you give it to them.

So, in the end, who's to say
you'll come visit and we'll pretend it's all o.k.
we'll laugh at your jokes,
say our five words and watch you leave
out the door.

Oh, I want you to see
wish we could have those heart to hearts that are
supposed to be.
Wish we could watch the sunset over the ocean and just be
silent, knowing we're both seeing the same thing
But you've got to have this world
on your string.