Scolding ourselves, you bury your face
Could've sat there for hours
Time helps to heal, but it can't erase
The games that we play
Back down, you're not afraid
Just running in place
It's good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase
Nobody said that, you dreamed it up
You think way too much
Thoreau in the woods jus don't do us no good
When we're acting up
Back down, you're not afraid
Just running in place
It's good to feel guilty, I know I should
The thrill of the chase is ours tonight
Oh my god we were part of that mob
Oh my god we got caught up in it all
Well we're just under funded studies in our own mythologies
Making mountains out of every single molehill that we see
And we don't want to know the answers to the questions that might go to prove
And show that this is really all a game
I say that this is a snipe hunt, I can't keep my mouth shut
