Hey, Miss Die-a-little   Cuts and bruises will always heal   But you still pick your poisons   When you dream of alcohol and pills      Hey Miss Die-a-little   How do you expect yourself to live?      Punch me awake, we're the uninspired   There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired   This world is for the living, not the dead   But we're still the uninspired      Hey, Mr. Always-wonder   Why's the inside of your head so filled?   You can't see your future    Through all the walls that you've ever built      Hey, Mr. Always-wonder   How do you expect yourself to live?      Punch me awake, we're the uninspired   There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired   Maybe it's the standing still that kills what's alive inside us   This world is for the living, not the dead   But we're still the uninspired      March me in with the rank-n-file   Bury me in deep denial   I'll just sit and blankly smile   With the rest of the uninspired      Punch me awake, we're the uninspired   There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired   Maybe it's the standing still that kills what's alive inside us   This world is for the living, not the dead   But we're still the uninspired      We're still the uninspired