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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With sleep overrated and my ideals outdated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