Society of Winners

All I found to get me through
Was a vaguely worded promise said by you, you, you
It’s turning out to be a perfect way
To keep this place from burning down
To tell you the truth
Any time voices pierce the calm
It’s the most boring conversation ever
Listening to people tell you your future
Impatiently awaiting September
Any time acquaintance call your number
You anticipate feeling scared
Recognize faces you remember
From the long ago days of terror
All I found to get me through
Was a vaguely worded promise said by you, you, you
It’s turning out to be a perfect way
To keep this place from burning down
To tell you the truth
Always with that guilt and sadness
Some days I would believe it’s true
I’ll wait for that empty promise
I’ll take what I can get from you
Always with that guilt and sadness
Some days I would believe it’s true
I’ll wait for that empty promise
I’ll take what I can get from you