Well, I wanted to suspend my disbelief

And I wanted to embrace her untouchable friends

But I ended up slamming my face on the sink

Hoping somehow maybe I could change

When everyone left the party

Nobody wants to see that shit

Weekends are made for numbness

Not your acute perceptions

Not your acute perceptions

Not your acute perceptions

"That's not cute, that's just not cute," she said

Well, my grandfather sang and he drank Hank Williams

And he smoked cartons and cartons of Salems

But he never got fed up with life

No, he was just struck down

Well, the dignified ascend easily

But a dozen strokes put a web of scars on his brain

It hurts to watch a flower unfold

And see the colors stripped away

See those colors stripped away

See them melt and spill

But that's not, no, that's not what he'd have said

Well, I used to be an armchair Columbus

Connecting the dots on my television screen

I explored the world from a single fixed point

A lonely conductor of my own potential energy

Now when I'm happy, I savor sorrow

I throw temper tantrums and I bust a move

Inferiority ain't my passion

But it sure makes a clever excuse

Yeah, it sure makes a clever excuse

Yeah, I know it's a lame excuse

I thought if I don't choose and I don't move

Maybe I won't lose

Well, my father is a human heart specialist

But I'm just a heartworm that infests and infects

My mother is a raging perfectionist

But I just mutter with my tongue what I scribbled with my wrist

I'm a broken record, that's what everyone says

Can't somebody shut him up?

You've never been in love, boy, you've just been laid

You romanticize yourself

You romanticize yourself

You romanticize yourself

And it's just not good enough