Unless you could see inside my head, you couldn't possibly understand I'm happier when things are falling apart at the seems and you'd never know just by looking at me
and I'm strung out on the future and burnt out on the past sometimes I'd rather just burn this place right to the ground And y'know it just may be me but the parking lot with all those creeps keeps me convincing me myself I'm completely sane with sleep over rated and my ideal outdated I know that I wouldn't have it any other way
and I can't explain what this place races through my mind
