Love’s an illusion, I’ve been losing you

Since the day we met, beginning of the end

And life’s like a waiting room for death

And we come as we go, alone and in our heads

If this is me at seventeen, with everything I haven't seen

How good can it really be?

I don’t believe shit’s meant to be

It hits the fan, we rest in peace

So how good can it really be?

I think I understand 

There’s never been a plan

A planet owes you nothing

Maybe 

Murphy’s Right

Man

What’s ever gone as planned

I really hate to say it

Murphy’s 

Right 

after all

All we do is try until we can’t 

And look over the fence 

For someone there to blame

And underneath it lies a subtle shame

That most of what we want

Is other peoples fame

So this is me at seventeen

Already scared of everything

Like how good can it really be

and growing up is growing old

That’s where my innocence has gone

How good can it really be?

I think I understand 

There’s never been a plan

A planet owes you nothing

Maybe 

Murphy’s Right

Man

What’s ever gone as planned

I really hate to say it

Murphy’s 

Right 

after all

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