Unless you could see inside my head,   you couldn't possibly understand   I'm happier when things are falling apart at the seems   and you'd never know just by looking at me         and I'm strung out on the future   and burnt out on the past   sometimes I'd rather just burn this place right to the ground   And y'know it just may be me   but the parking lot with all those creeps   keeps me convincing me myself I'm completely sane   with sleep over rated   and my ideals outdated   I know that I wouldn't have it any other way         and I can't explain what this place races through my mind