Just listen to the politician wishing his position wasn't missing everything his heart would like to say
And a constant in the constitution is that there can't be one solution it'd be so far the from the truth and we would hate it anyway
Opinions are immunity to being told you're wrong
Paper, rock, and scissors they all have their pros and cons

And all of us we will endure
Just like we always have
But you just can't be too sure
How long will this last

Cause we control the chaos
In the back of our minds
Our problems seem so small
But they grow on us like gravity
But gravity still makes us fall