Head down, and I'm just feeling tired,   and I can't wait to let you go.   Feeling so sick and uninspired,   and I think that you ought to know   better than to say what you're thinking   inside your fucked up little head.   You're so intent on analyzing   every single word I've ever said.      Oh baby, you're so overrated,   and I can't fake it anymore.   The shadow hanging from your spotlight   is pushing me right out the door.   And I know you're better when you're angry,   but I know I'm better when you're gone.   Here's my last insincere reprisal   to the person you've never become.   And it's only just begun...      I'm watching you drown in your own mess.   I'm not backing down from this again.   Won't be done 'til I've reached the ground.   I'm not backing down, not backing down.      You're so overrated...      I'm watching you drown in your own mess.   I'm not backing down from this again.   Won't be done 'til I've reached the ground.   I'm not backing down, not backing down.