Blame me for being self-centered at times
being the cure for leaking eyes I... do not have time to enjoy the night
and as the days roll over time and again
to place their hand upon my head
I will be the first to fake my death

I wish that I could sing and make you proud
but time and again it's not what comes out
I will stand my ground
Like dying trees and frowning clowns
And the whole world should sing along
to factories and lesser jobs
yet we will stand our ground
like dying trees and frowning clowns

And this predicament we're in
has made my chest hurt and tighten
and this headache I have
is keeping beat with what I do best
and all the songs I sing
and all the people that I meet
and all the good we bring
comes from this state of over stressing

I wish that I could sing and make you proud
but time and again it's not what comes out
I will stand my ground
Like dying trees and frowning clowns
And the whole world should sing along
to factories and lesser jobs
yet we will stand our ground
like dying trees and frowning clowns