Well I can dress all preppy and fine
And convey the petty feelings that are on my mind
But I can't tell them as pathetically as you
'Cause outside of the pixels lives a different view

Well I can fake and farce the face
But you and I are in a different place
One is a social standard choosing what we believe
The other is cold and palpable, called reality

Well maybe one day
My mind will turn to mush
But it won't be because of all
The finales I watched
Because maybe one day
We'll come to accept
We have our own lives
To our very selves

Well maybe one day
We'll run society
And not model it off
Broadcast corporate identity
Because maybe one day
The day won't be lost
To our glazed over eyes
And our cable bill costs