Rushing out the doornLike a toreador.nWell he doesn't even knownThat his footsteps,nYeah, the ones he leftnAre still visible in the snow.nnYou're telling me it's all the same,nThat everyone else is to blame.nAnd I really wish it was true. I really do.nI won't believe it in, I don't believe it in you.nnAnd now you're questioningnOur punk rock destiny.nWhat's it even worth?nBecause if this were the movies,nYou wouldn't be moving out.nI bet you the whole wide world.nnYou're telling me everything's fine,nBut you tell me that all the time.nAnd I really wish it was true. I really do.nI won't believe it in, I don't believe it in--nnYou want me to swallow,nTo swallow everything you do,nEven after everythingnYou put me through.nYou're just miles of smiles.nDoes that make it all right for you?nnYou're telling me everything's fine,nBut you tell me that all the time.nAnd I really wish it was true. I really do.nI won't believe it in, I don't believe it in you.