Chevelle “I Get It”

So you say I make a man
As it is,
Well, give us your sad, sad trip

You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life

Assumed it’s weather
We’re right, I’m wrong
We’re doomed, and there’s plenty for all

How dare you catch me counting
How dare you call it off
How dare you call it suffering
How dare you call it off

You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life

Dress all these turings
They’re doubled in time
The touch of life, what’s failed to mention so far

Of course the lionous fountains
Or face the face we’ve mauled
Of fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up vanished falls

You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a man to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life

Life, life, life.