[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Your skin's in my mouth
But I'm thinking about
Thousands of things
That don't got your name
So I'm distant and weird
We stop and you're all ears
But how could I say

[Verse 2/Refrain]
"I've just been thinking that it's harder every year
To find excuses that will keep me in the clear
The arbitrary lines I've impressed in the sand
The proof that piles in my trashcan

[Verse 2]
While the skin on my hands is looking older every day
The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face
The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts
They're the choices I make every day."

[Bridge 1]
That's when I turn my face away
And ever since, I'm stuck that way
No change, you voted for change
You got no change
[Verse 3]
I watch every debate
'Til I can't think straight
Take abortion away
And both sides, they feel the same
And I know how I'll vote
But I still don't know
What difference it truly makes

[Verse 4]
It seems to me we get the same shit from them both
Reform don't work, I think it's time for a work revolt
But I don't got the guts to jump up and strike first
So I just shout until my throat hurts
And I curse, and I curse
At what they fucked up in Iraq
You say, "Support the troops!"
I do, I want them all brought back
But then your drums beat
And it's drones into Pakistan
And that's not change I can believe in

[Chorus]
So if you really go and reinstate the draft
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat
[Post-Chorus]
In no time flat
No time flat
In no time flat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge 2]
In a sense we're the same
Struggling to save face
It's a question of scope
How far you're willing to go
To make rights of your wrongs
Despite the risk involved
It's a question of faith
See, if you wait until we've all been burned to ash
To tell the truth about the shit buried in our past
We'll split a taxi to that fire pit way down south
So let's wake up, let's open our mouths

[Refrain]
'Cause you remind me that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
These arbitrary lines I've impressed in the sand
The proof that piles in my, piles in my trashcan

[Outro/Chorus]
And if you really go and reinstate the draft
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat