Unless you could see inside my head, you couldn`t possibly understand I`m happier when things are falling apart at the seams 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parking lot with all those creeps keeps me convincing myself I`m completely sane with sleep over rated and my ideals outdated I know that I wouldn`t have it any other way and I can`t explain what this place races through my mind
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