It sure wasn't like Camelot
You don't know what you want except for more
And you're sitting so still again
There's nobody to blame when you're insecure

You twist my words around too much
I'm getting dizzy from the smell of urinal mints down the hall
Just go

You're talking at me, wondering if you count
Figure it out

And now, it's all about giving up
But nothing I do's enough, you make no sense
Still it's all just a game to you
My opinions are strange to you ...at least they're meant

You're talking at me, and now it's comin' down
Figure it out

I hate the way I'm doing this so I can be alright to somebody else
I heard you say, "You don't know what it's all about"
But if you try you'll figure it out.