this movie is something
i've seen before
i tell her to hide, but she opens the door.
an untimely fate,
nothing to say
we're all no ones and nothings
searching for someones and somethings

(so much for a happy ending)

my half-empty view is routine
while you insult the technicolor screen.
i sneak into another show,
while your still saying,"told you so...."

sticky floors and an encore
a horror picture at best
let's not forget who made this mess.

memories and make-believe.
don't mix well.
you've our secrets for sell.
(we've our own to tell.)

we're(still)all no ones and nothings
searching for someones and somethings