I Get It - Chevelle

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.