The stuff you believe

Why can't you prove what you mean? You're like a confused illogical teen Who can't figure things out, that just aren't in doubt Like all your facts came from a dream You never just answer me straight It's alway whaddabout some random-ass-gate We can feel what we feel And if we treat that as real You might not even call it debate The circles keep on looping around While your feet are never quite on the ground Your thoughts just must be Because they must be Because they must be, they must be So how can you prove what you mean? Or does it scare you just too much to come clean To admit that the truth Really isn't of use And you'd rather keep on living a dream. You act like what you want is a mirror That magically will make it appear And gives you a right To strike up a fight Even when the facts to you are unclear The circles keep on looping around While your feet are never quite on the ground Your thoughts just must be Because they must be Because they must be, they must be So how can you prove what you mean? Or does it scare you just too much to come clean To admit that the truth Really isn't of use And you'd rather keep on living a dream The irony is building a stack Of pots calling kettles too black This narcissist skin Never looking within At the monkeys all over your back I don't even know where to end There's not much left for you to defend I've heard you all out And you've left not a doubt That the stuff you believe is pretend