Six Degrees Of Separation

You've read the booksYou've watched the showsWhat the best way ?No one knows yeYe meditateGet hypnotizedAnything to take it from your mindBut it won't goYou're doing all these things out of desparationOooh, woooahYou're going through six degrees of separationYe hit a drinkYe take a tokeWatch the past go up in smokeYe fake a smileYe lie and say:You're better now than everAnd your life's okayWell it's not, no ooohhYou're doing all these things out of desperationOooohhWaooohhYou're going through six degrees of separationFirst, you think the worst is a broken heartWhat's gonna kill you is the second partAnd the third, is when your world splits down the middleFourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourselfFifth, you see them out with someone elseAnd the sixth, is when you admit that you may have messed up a littleNo, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himselfNo, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himselfYou tell your friends, strangers tooAnyone who'll throw an arm around youTarrot cards, gems and stonesBelieving all that sh*t's gonna heal your soulWell it's not, no ooohhYou're only doing things out of desperationOooohh, WaooohhYou're going through six degrees of separationFirst, you think the worst is a broken heartWhat's gonna kill you is the second partAnd the third, is when your world splits down the middleFourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourselfFifth, you see them out with someone elseAnd the sixth, is when you admit that you may have messed up a littleNo, there's no starting overWithout finding closureYou take them back, no hesitationThat's when you know you've reached the sixth degrees of separationNo, there's no starting overWithout finding closureYou take them back, no hesitationThat's how you know you've reached the sixth degrees of separationFirst, you think the worst is a broken heartWhat's gonna kill you is the second partAnd the third, Is when your world splits down the middleFourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourselfFifth, you see them out with someone elseAnd the sixth, is when you admit that you may have messed up a littleNo, no, there ain't no helpIt's every man for himselfYou're goin' through six degrees of separationNo, no, there ain't no helpIt's every man for himselfYou're goin' through six degrees of separationNo, no, there ain't no helpIt's every man for himself