Piece of Lyric : Pretty Much Like My Story

You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Medicated, hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it wont, ohhhh ohhh

You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

You hear the drinking, take a toll
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
I'm better now than ever, and your life's okay
Well it's not. No
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.

(No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone throwin' an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
We'll it's not, no

You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.

No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure,
You take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the six degrees of separation

No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure,
You take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the six Degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.

Six Degrees of Separations, The Script