I guess I should have known better
Everything's become subjective
And we're always changing our perspective of what's right

And I'm caught between the color schemes of black and white
And I know that's not right
It's not right

Because it seems all the places worth staying have been claimed
And all of the claims, they have been staked
So who am I to grade you?
And who am I to write?
Seek try and all you'll find is (the answer comes in time)

And they say that it rains, that it pours
When a window closes, it opens up a door
Because it seems all the places worth staying have been claimed
And all of the claims, they have been staked
So who am I to grade you?
And who am I to write?
Seek try and all you'll find is the answer comes in time

That's just the story of my life
I don't want anything from anyone anymore