I got lucky yesterday
Made the whole world go away
It was just a dream
And the rush hour traffic let me know
That all you folks are still around
What a shame
I got nothing left to say
To the ones who left me here
Except the shame's on you
When you stopped loving me
Well I'm sorry, but I stopped missing you
In self defense
Dick Clark doesn't need to breathe
For time to still count down our days
To the final hour
And all this fine solitary time
Has helped me make my peace with the end
Well how 'bout you?
No one's fighting for me
No one's fighting for me
Self defense
No one's fighting for me
No one is fighting for me
Self defense
And the ones this world counts
Well you can't count on them at all
And the ones counted out
Full of doubt, and they're all so busy
Using self defense
