Some old new excuse

A weekly confusion and I'm still scared about that
Why buckle up when no one face the facts?
This (corrupted) spectator sport is just another easy ploy
Romantic thought of self-expression should really be destroyed

Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to...

A silly passion that's so easy to see
But I could be without the music if you were here with me
Because what are we really selling here, is it honesty?
A means to change the world or just another hollow dream? You tell me!

Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to die?
Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to...

But I still love the way a good songs makes me feel
And I still think that there are more great ideas to steal
And I still, I still love to sing and play my guitar
Even if I know these chords & thoughts won't get the struggle far

And maybe someday I'll come to a conclusion
And maybe someday I'll figure it all out
And maybe someday my intellect and passion
And maybe someday they will fight it out