Waited my whole life for some great big sign,
But all I get is nothing.
One more great big lie will make everything alright.
I'm my own ghost writer.
But who's to say what is weird and what's okay.
Is it me, or is it you?
I'm falling fast and I can't help wonder why.
All year long I've been thinking:
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
Don't be mad, I tried, tried to tell you why, all year long I've been thinking:
"I wonder what is wrong with me?"
People say I'm fine, but there's no way because I'm a big star falling.
But who's to say what is weird and what's okay.
Is it me, or is it you?
I'm falling fast and I can't help wonder why.
All year long I've been thinking:
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
Don't be mad, I tried, tried to tell you why.
All year long I've been thinking: "I wonder what is wrong with me?"
I've been thinking.
