Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors) - Bayside

You never really knew

The things you learned would matter;

The things you did and didn’t do would someday define you;

The things you hate the most:

The lessons on piano

The books you read in Sunday school--

I swear I’d trade in anything to be young again

And all these things

Were lessons in living

It seems like we’re all fighting to be more than who we are

Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far

‘cause give and take don’t matter either way

Luck of the draw, the lottery;

Roshambo for poverty

Destination: anywhere but here

Here I go again

Feeling sorry for myself

Am I getting old at heart--

Too old to pretend

That everything’s alright?

Have I had a choice?

Walking past a threshold

Into a change

And your life’s never the same again

And all these things

Were lessons in living

It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are

Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far

'cause give and take don’t matter either way

Luck of the draw, the lottery;

Roshambo for poverty

Destination: anywhere but here

My mind’s open

I scream for better things

It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are

Life’s been a test of virtue and humility so far

'cause give and take don’t matter either way

Luck of the draw, the lottery;

Roshambo for poverty

Destination: anywhere but here