guess i had it coming
ambition is my worst vice

next thing I know
time is having it´s way with me

working hard at putting skin on baloney

it all makes sense in some way i forget right now

somehow i manage to fool
myself and everyone else

that this is really just
only, maybe, only,

just the meantime
meantime

frequent liar mileage
as if I had a choice

limp to the edge of patience
and let yourself fall

wearing out mirrors
all over the world

i hope i can get far playing
air guitar

in the meantime
meantime

there has to be more than this
there has to be more than this

somehow i manage to fool
myself and everyone else

that this is really just
only, maybe, only,

just the meantime
meantime

there has to be more than this