I've been talking to a friend, they tell me this circus never ends
That's all right, I know that scene, but all that juice'll make you mean
And every little secret feels like gravel in your soul
And you find yourself believing it's all under control
But you're going to fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost
I remember all too well the way you built your private hell
Because every time you turned your back, another stone would make the stack
You live your life in pieces so it doesn't mean a thing
Claiming not to notice any consequence it brings
But you're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost
Isn't it a sad surprise when you see it's all a compromise?
There's what you have and what you dream, and life is somewhere in between
And you wind up throwing curses at an undeserving moon contemplating verses from an early Dylan tune
But you're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost
You're going too fast to avoid the cost, trying to get back what you never really lost