Side effects, side effects
They aren't worth the help you get
When you need all the help you can get

Friend in fair weather, you're doing just fine
You are the one, and you're there just in time
The imaginary hill you can't help but climb
I don't know who you are most of the time

An empire of fiction made of poor little squares
No end to your summer, and no end to theirs
The only real fire, the only real fact
Every act is a move, every move is an act