After the band finished playing my favorite song I walk home with a silly smirk on my face As if I haven't heard the same old story in so long The one where I can't find my proper place I know that moments come and go, that's just how life is With a bit of bitterness, like a cold glass of gin fizz And a poignant reminder of the passing of time Keeps haunting my mind, it isn't worth a single dime But yet I stand and wait for something special, something true Like a dejected lover, hoping the day will soon be through Just like the glass of wine waiting on the nightstand Which seems so sad on its own, it'd rather listen to that old band The joke's on me, thinking I'll finally be free By securing my place next to someone I can fall asleep But what's freedom when I'm feeling imprisoned? Left myself in a dream, never saying goodbye Knowing that waking up means all becomes real So the joke's on me, thinking this could work A superficial love, meant for covering old wounds What's the use of playing the cards this way When I'm actually playing myself? When I'm actually playing myself? Something that used to be so exciting, so much fun An unfair kiss stolen in the heat of the moment Not expecting it to happen again once it's done This is how I became my own opponent Fighting to get back to the place The place where the music's mellow and a band plays my favorite song But the joke's on me, thinking I'll finally be free Building my life by my own rules The joke's on me, thinking I'll finally be happy Being with someone who apparently completes me The joke's on me, thinking I'll finally find myself When running from myself is all I do So the joke's on me, thinking I'll finally love myself When belittling myself is all I do The joke's on me Wish I could do my thing But the noise of life is so deafening So I just wish I can hear that pity song Played by the band in the bar, playing it all night long