you can doubt anything if you think about it long enough. cause what
  happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that. and it's hard to feel
  like you are free. all you seem to do is referee. i remember when it was just
  you and me steppin' up to bat. and win or lose, just that we chose, this
  little war is what kills us. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also
  what thrills us. we thought we left possession behind. the truth is i was
  yours and you weren't mine. i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was
  said. cause nothing is as it appears. and the fun house mirrors of your fears
  on a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head. and
  win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. and either
  or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. and you know i don't
  care how fast you run just tell me baby that when you're done with your little
  marathon that you still have cab fare home. cause the finish line is a shifty
  thing and what is life with reckoning? and baby you are still the song i sing
  to myself when i'm alone. and win or lose just that you chose this little war
  is what kills you. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what
  thrills you.