Kugler’s interlude lyrics

Dream, I dream of something more
When did we become a chore?
Heart cold in Santa Monica water
Dad finally showed up for his daughter
Do you really think that I would do something like that?
When did you learn to lie like that?

It's not like you to make a mess of things
It's not like you
It's not like you, to make a mess of things
It's not like you