You practice what you preach

Preach what you can't teach

You eat your fill and then

Begin again, you win again

Your need to reach the crown

Will always let you down

The purest soul in town

Will not be found. You swim, you drown

Well are you tired, are you tired of your own lack

Lack of pride, lack of hide, lack of all that

I wish I knew what to do, how to combat

I'll do some K, maybe pray that it comes back

I rack my mind to find a new point of attack

"And have you tried, have you tried not being sad?"

Yes, I'm as fine as a fine-printed contract

But I'm alive– still alive– and I'm proud of that