It's the start of a story that I've told a million times But it still has a million endings It's the middle of a story that I made up on the spot And I don't know where to go It's the blinding speed of thinking that gets me every time So I surrender to my skull It's the hundred-thousandth variation of my most recent web of lies And you're staring at me blankly And God I know this better than anyone Telling you that school is going great And yea I'm happy with my long term girlfriend And no I don't like boys With my arms held perpendicular to me I can tell that you look less ridiculous Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering I can tell that I look just enough to play the part Of Connor Carmody on his most recent escapades Loving his old job It's the middle of a shift and my feet are wet and aching It's the middle of a story and I've lost my train of thought It's the falling action of a tale where I got laid and made money It's the start of a story that I've told a million times but it still has a million endings And no I don't want to repeat myself But I know there's merit in doing that 'Cause then you won't get caught when you're telling someone You still work at Sam's Club With my arms held perpendicular to me I can tell that you look less ridiculous Standing there with yours crossed, scowl wavering I can tell that I look just enough to play the part It's the end of a story that I've told a million times And I have jerry-rigged an ending It's the start of a story and I'll tell it to you straight The hardest part of living is The reflection that I've made And the honesty that it brings Not that I would be listening And the heart of a story and I'll still tell it a million times But it only has one ending