If this were a confessional
I'd still be willing to lie.
Cause I'm so unprofessional
Will be til the day I die.
You see, the problem it's not me
I'm just a sucker, a face.
There is no truth in what I claim to be
Even if I left without a trace
I could still be replaced

(This is not for you)

Standing around, just bought a frown
What I say to that is to try it again
While we can
What are your thoughts?
Can you do it all, if you can at all
Or are you just talk?

You say the world's a different place now
I think you look at it all wrong.
There are just younger faces now
Looking out for where they belong,
before they're dead and gone.

Standing around, putting me down
What I say to that is you're making a scene
I get no relief from your thoughts.
Settle the score, who wants some more with our talk?

This is not for you,
It's for us.

Things won't always be easy.
We'll fight like Lou Reed and John Cale
If we could see this through feasibly then how could we fail?
Even if we don't prevail.

You're walking away, you're done for the day
What I say to that is you're wasting my time
I'm feeling confined to your thoughts.
We're falling apart, right from the start
And you're gone.