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and my ideal outdated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