A Chore

In a flick of the wrist

You will not find

The sharp blade that is your mind

And you're the one who's wearing

The end is nigh

Your heart it's been through the best of times

But we're breaking it now

And you don't really wanna know

You had believed one time

Now you want more

And what you perceive as life

Is no more than a chore

Never a safe or a right place

Forever getting old

You need to learn for the wings that we have grown

You're not really listening to me

You're not really listening to me

You're not really listening to me

You're not really listening

You had believed one time

Now you want more

And what you perceive as life

Is no more than a chore

You don't have what you won't have

You don't have what you don't need

You don't have what you won't have

You don't need

You don't need

Need it

Oh

You had believed one time

Now you want more

And what you perceive as life

Is no more than a chore

A chore

A chore