Is That It?

Promises like plates in a greek restaurant
Go through the motions
But you know that you can't.
Like the smell of perfume,
Coming from a "glam" magazine
You wear your heart
Where it cannot be seen.

It that it? After all,
You're the bat I'm the ball
I'm a slave to your trade
Are we compatible?
Is that it? After all,
You're the bat I'm the ball
I'm a slave to your trade

I turn it off to avoid another bad day,
I see your mouth move,
But I don't hear what you say.
Stuck in a gold mine,
Reinventing the wheel,
Remote emotions, so nothing feels real

Is that it? After all,
You're the bat I'm the ball
I'm a slave to your trade
I'm not returnable!

Heads you win tails I lose
I'm told my role,
You're the one who gets to chose
I fight it off,
With the short end of the stick
Better make the best of it real quick

Is that it? After all,
You're the bat I'm the ball
I'm a slave to your trade
I'm not returnable!