I don't know if I should look to the TV or a book,
'Cause I'm ready to receive, I've no need for make-believe.

You made your bed, you lied in it,
You took the oath of love and hope,
You played the game and lost in it,
You never lost belief in it,
And days fall down like rain, and lifetime feels the same.

And if I needed the in-crowd; ran with the has-beens and the clowns,
Their very comfort is my fear; I couldn't be more happy here.

You made your bed, you lied in it,
You took the oath of love and hope,
You played the game and lost in it,
You never lost belief in it,
And days fall down like rain, and lifetime feels the same.

If boredom's contentment's test, then I'll be with you, my friend,
Extraordinary mess, romance without commitment,
I'm in love with Jesus Christ, but I'm not selling him,
No, I can't be bought, and I won't give in to make my living,
I don't answer to you, I don't answer to you; who do you answer to'