La, ladada, ladadada
The mess that is my basement:
a reflection of my brain.
And I won't defragment it
unless I feel the urge to.
It's so hard to catch a break
without sawing off an arm or leg;
I've sawed off all my limbs
to stop the cancer.
You lovebirds always sing along,
fighting the negativity of what's wrong
and I, the pessimist, will never understand.
I admire you, I really do.
La, ladada, ladada
I am way too shy,
it's something I've been working on.
Have you noticed?
I've been working on being more of a douche,
'cause that's what girls like.
(I haven't noticed.)
I don't think I can stoop to that.
And they sing,
"La, ladada, ladada"
1 | Mr. Saturn |
2 | Get It Started |
3 | Oxygen! |
4 | First of December |
5 | Breakfast? |
6 | I Hope This Pisses You Off |
7 | Tonight's Anthem |
8 | Stubborn. |
9 | Dead Man Walking |
10 | My Bracelet |