Tryin' hard not to look like I'm tryin' that hard

Failing miserably at everything, including that

Makin' plans in my head, right before I go to sleep

Tryna think of who could make a better me than me

Maybe I'll shoot him an email, maybe he'll give it a go

Then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode

Pickin' at holes in my jeans, there's so much god in my gene pool

Not feelin' lonely, I just like bein' alone

Ba-ba, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Ba-ba, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Ba-ba, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Ba-ba, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

I've called A through F already but no one knows why

One girl, one band, two paychecks are more than I can handle

Mathematically, that can't be more than one end of a candle

Bottom of the ninth, can't find my socks

Lord knows, I'm stuck between two good things

But I just wanna get out

And mom knows I should've been home an hour ago but I'm

Still outside, not doin' anything wrong, just walkin' in circles

And playin' high school songs in my head

Because it's better than lyin' awake