All you do is sit around and talk   Could you wait until this is over?   I can't hear so just let be   Photographs of people I don't know,   Sweethearts and teachers, cousins and chimpanzees   The brick wall is only a façade   There are some things that matter,   And no time for things I won't see   Sailing home past sirens off the beach   Their songs are hypnotic   I'm useless and atrophied   I'm sorry I came off the wrong way   I'm better than this   I'm better than this   So I'll smile when they talk and think somewhere else   I'll think of the things I love and hate   All because I still want to be here