Playing God Lyrics & Chords By Pedestrian

We retreat to cubbyholes, full of invention
But We fall short for we are obsessed with our possessions
We relive all that we can, take it in and swim
But we fall short for we are possessed by our obsessions
And I'm vamping out in leisurely walls of denial
I hide from the smog
I run for the door
Let's play house, white picket fences
Let's play dead, let's play god and enjoy the view
We are spinning out of control, it's probably so
Oh, But I don't mind
It doesn't affect this opportunity to present myself to me
So what for this clear blue sky
So what for the love at hand,
It's trembling
From caffeine
I'm vamping out in excess overload
I hide from this world
I run to myself
Tell me how did we get this far if no one understands
I hide from myself
I run to the world
Tell me how did we come this far if we don't understand