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  and my ideal outdated
  I know that I wouldn't have it any other way
  and I can't explain what this place races through my mind