Cynic, listen: hiding is the answer best of all We slowly and steadily form an opinion based on what's been given So it's raining, and I've filled my ego with sand and wishes Quickly draining past my feet and sinking into passing waters I've been a liar and I could make it feel so true But not get away with saying I'm okay It's upsetting thinking are we the joke Dancing, laughing Are we all just setting up for getting knocked down again Sinking, adjusting Are these the worst years of all Or will it all clear up to keep us afloat