Your helpless smile doesn’t mean a thing.
As good as it is, it’s concealing.
So we can push everything aside and believe that everything is just fine.
We can work it out with another worthless conversation.

You can blame it on being middle class,
force fed values through your television.
So you tried to find something a little less mundane,
trying to find a way to escape your plagiarized pain.

Would it be all right
If I didn’t make it home tonight?

You can blame it on me.
You can blame it on everything.
So you live your life like you’ve been told.
You take it up the keister like they taught you on the MTV.

Would it be all right
If I didn’t make it home tonight?

What’s good enough for me
Was never enough for you.