It's about time I told you about this hole inside my head I fill with pictures.
It's about time I told you how quickly I'm unwinding and how bad it hurts.
I did for you what I thought I'd never do: cleaned my whole car,
And I changed t-shirts
Because you were one and I promised I'd make two,
Could not have put that any worse
But you and all your friends have got a reason
For acting like you do. I can't hold it against you,
Because you're something that I'm not.
You're something that I'll never be.
Oh, you're so far ahead of me. Look at you. Good for you.
I wish I hadn't come all this way for you.
My head's down and I'm walking through all these people talking
About the things I'll never understand, I'll never want to
And the fingers in my pocket will never touch your hand,
No matter how bad they want to
And I don't get this reassuring feeling people tell me about it must be me
So maybe you can point the way you've seen more
Than I'll ever hope to see
But you and all your friends have found your freedom
That's more than I can say, it's okay
I didn't care that much about you anyway
"We're all the same," you're right, you're so smart
You know where to put the blame
But I'd rather be like anyone than you
You and all your friends should get to leaving
I'm sure you'll be just fine, you do it all the time
All the tally marks on the walls of your mind?
"How do you feel?" I ask, and you say
"It feels so good to be real, and someone else,
is staring at that very same moon," Oh, you're so smart, aren't you?
And you and all your friends should stop repeating yourselves,
"Whatcha wanna do?" And you feel around,
Looking for somebody kinda new.
Well, I'll tell you right now:
I'm not too keen on this bush that you're beating around,
So just leave me alone.