most of the time

most of the time

i'm too focused all around

most of the time

i can keep both feet on the ground

i can follow the path

i can read the sign

i can stay right with it

as the road unwinds

i can handle whatever

i stumble upon

i don't even notice that she's gone

most of the time

most of the time

it's well understood

most of the time

i wouldn't change it if i could

i could make it all match up

i can hold my own?

i could deal with the situation

right down to the bone

i could survive

i can endure

and i don't even think

'bout her

most of the time

most of the time

my head is on straight

most of the time

i'm strong enough not to hate

i don't build up illusion until it makes me sick

i ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick

i can smile in the face of mankind

i don't even remember how her lips felt on mine

most of the time

most of the time

she ain't even in my mind

would i know her if i saw her

she's that far behind

most of the time i can't even be sure

if she was ever with me or if i was ever with her

most of the time i'm halfways content

most of the time i know exactly where it all went

i would cheat on myself

i don't run and hide

i won't hide from the feelings

that i buried inside

i don't compromise

and i don't pretend

and i don't even care

if i ever see her again

most of the time