The whys

Why does everything gotta be
So fucking complicated?
You say your life is wild
And I think that would be fine

You say your life is wild and I wonder what that's like
I think it would be fun, it would be so fun
Because when I get up to leave
I hope you'll come after me, but you don't

So, when I get up to leave
But only me for me I think I know
Why does everything gotta be
So fucking beautiful for everyone but me?

I can't make no sense, I can't make no sense
I can't make no sense, I can't make no sense for me
I can't make no sense, I can't make no sense
I can't make no sense, I can't make no sense for me

Why does everything gotta be
So fucking perfect for everyone but me?
I swear to God I'm a spider in a jar
Someone's shaking it then watching me crawl fast
Then slow but never really getting far

I'm all alone 'cause nobody
Wants to sing about death with me
You pronounce yourself a God then you make it happen
What the fuck is going on, you gotta tell me

'Cause there's no light, no, there's no light
No, there's no light at the end of my tunnel
No, there's no light, no, there's no light
No, there's no light at the end of my tunnel