When Karma Was King Plastic Smile
There’s a place and a time
It has a home called bittersweet in my mind
Nostalgia peaks my senses
But I wish it would give me some sense of direction
Chorus:
We’re not locked in on this ride
Time has come to take one side
I don’t know which one to choose
Who is to say what is right
When the truth it changes every night
Either way I turn, I lose
Running out of places to hide
My plastic smile is all that I will let you see when you walk by
And if you should catch my eye
An open window though I’m closed deep inside
All this repetition makes me restless
I keep getting closer but I can’t seem to connect this
