I love you all, but I just hate all of this
Who said this would be quick, painless?
Don't f** with me, me and my silly dreams
I don't think you know what it really meant to me
But, oh, ya know, it's all still good
And I wait for you to move inside of my head
I'll wait for you until I'm dead
And are you caught between the trends?
Are you off of the deep end?
Get over it, you get over yourself
Before you have nobody else
To go to Santa Monica with, you're all by yourself
They're done with all of it, and you can go to hell
Well, it's all for the best, well, we'll see soon enough
Aw, you think you're depressed, when you don't even know who you're dealing with
Yeah