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Unless you could see inside my head

You couldn't possibly understand

I'm happier when things are falling apart

But you'll never know just by looking at me

Strung out on the future

Burnt out on the past

Sometimes I'd rather burn this place to the ground

And you know, it just may be me

But the parking lot with all those creeps

Keeps me convincing myself I'm completely sane

With sleep overrated and my ideals outdated

I know that I wouldn't want it any other way

I can't explain when this races through my mind

Can't explain, but I know why

We're going down