All Wordz Are Made Up

(One, two, three) No one will care about this in ten years Suicide envy, pink ocean of tears Mail-drop at Wall Street It's up to their ears (It grew) In my mind I get up, and I try, it's not that hard Holding you to those standards, they're just too high I don't want everything, or understand anything I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da I'll be there, be okay What's your name? I get up, and I said that it's not my fault Hiding in my will, I wanted the dough I get up, and I try, it's not that hard (or understand anything) Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side Throwing and we're going there soon and with you Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side Throwing and we're going there soon, and In my mind I get up, and I try, it's not that hard Holding you to those standards, they're just too high I get up, and I try, it's not that hard I don't want everything What's your name? I said everybody will never know again Took the fall now, I said it's never for ya Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side Throwing and we're going there soon and with you I said everybody will never know again Took the fall now, I said it's never for ya