So stop me if you've heard this one before.
I'm walking out the door, I'm done.
Cause this counterfeit love that we've been served is like a band-aid for cancer, it won't stop.
How long can we survive on chocolates and movie lines?

A better love, a better love I see.

Stop telling me that everything is fine.
I see straight through the lies that we're told.
Cause the love we've seen is tired and abused; it's made us all confused dust for gold.
How long can we get by with breakups and sad headlines?

And in the middle of the night, I try and try to fight the taste of the world gone bitter.
But somewhere out in the streets, there's a melody that speaks hope for something bigger.
So don't you try and talk me down this time.
There's something more refine out there.