Somehow this all makes sense to you
And so I'll go along like the fool
Somehow you don't take the baggage with you
My timing's good but really anyone would do
Maybe I'm just the puppet that loves his strings
Maybe I'm just telling myself it means something
Maybe I'm just content to wait here in the wings
You asked someone to fetch you a drink
And prayed he never came back with it
Clearly I've been thrown into the pit
So why do I lay my life down for it?
Maybe I'm just the puppet that loves his strings
Maybe I'm just telling myself it means something
Maybe I'll just get used to waiting in the wings
Maybe I'm just the puppet that loves his strings
Maybe I'll never really need the things you're stealing
Maybe I'll just get used to waiting in the wings
