Weirdo

I feel like I'm damned to be a loser and a weirdo Picking out the wrong clothes And bite my lip to choose between two types of failure Ill-fitting phases, I never quite dedicated enough Enough And I have read my Camus and I have read my Sartre Still drunk the morning after And you've earned the choice between two types of freedom You know you're gonna find me sitting on a milestone contemplating the shade And whether or not I got the wherewithal to redecorate Rip up the signposts and throw them away 'Cause they've been saying the wrong things about me Been saying the wrong things about me Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo And morning rain, the summer never comes like you think it should And the first shot hits your weary body and you give just a little And it feels like the cool light of forgetting that rips your tiny mind It's building a highway Out of nothing at all So rip up the signposts and throw them away They've been saying the wrong things about you So rip up the signposts and throw them away They've been saying the wrong things about me They've been saying the wrong things about you They've been saying the wrong things about me They've been saying the wrong things about you Saying the wrong things about you too