Time crawls past me, I have order.
White walls and ceilings help me feel clean inside.
Yeah, okay, so I'm a pretty messed up guy,
(Yeah, okay, yeah so fucking what?) I expect everybody to let me down.
Yeah, okay, so it happens every time,
(Yeah, okay, I do it to myself) I don't get high from being me.
Why can't I lie to myself?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
Why can't I lie to myself?
Why can't I be someone else?
Life moves past me, I have order.
This synchronized life makes me feel organized.
Yeah okay, so I'm a pretty misled guy,
(Yeah okay, yeah so fucking what?) I expect everything to break down.
Yeah okay, so I avoid everything,
(Yeah okay, I've got it to a science) Why does it all lead back to me?
Why can't I lie to myself?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
Why can't I lie to myself?
Why can't I be someone else?
Why can't I lie?
