Oh-oh-oh-oh I hate when I sing, hate feeling naked Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I hate that I made this, hard to embrace it all I swear I'm out I'm out of inventions now I swear I'm out I'm out of intention Oh-oh-oh-oh Paper and plastic, nothing to last with Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Fall for a label, act like you're stable I swear to fly, don't mind the weather I swear I might Gone with the birds and the rain Along with the words you were saying Gone with the birds and the rain Along with the words you were saying I could live in a big house Fall asleep in my own cloud I could be on my own, that'd be fine Hope that you know that I'm Sorry, guess I'm not meant for the ground I could live in a big house, fall asleep in my own cloud I'm sorry Sorry, I guess I'm not meant for this town I could be on my own, that'd be fine I'm sorry Don't they know I have had enough? Oh, oh Don't they know I have had enough? Oh, oh, well