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Unless you could see inside my head

You couldn't possibly understand

I'm happier when things are falling apart

But you'll never know just by looking at me



Strung out on the future

Burnt out on the past

Sometimes I'd rather burn this place right to the ground



You know, it may be me

But the parking lot with all those creeps

Keeps me convincing myself I'm completely sane

With sleep overrated and my ideals outdated

I know that I wouldn't want it any other way



Can't explain when this place races through my mind

Can't explain but I know why, I know why



We're going down. . .