Song For a Wishing Well Lyrics

Hey, come on, you don't have to pretend you're happy, complete, or content.
I see that hole, it cuts you straight through.
I should know, I've been dealt a mean one, too.

You're trying to beat this old dog at his own game.
You're trying to beat this old dog at his own game.

That feeling, that nagging emptiness, that's the whole world even at its best.
So drown, drown that pleasant smile on your face,
Stop saying everything will be okay when you know it won't be okay, okay.

You're trying to beat this old dog at his own game.
You're trying to beat this old dog at his own game.

So tell me that you're happy, and nothing's missing.
Don't say you're sorry,
You're trying to beat this old dog at his own game,
And I'm so sick of it.