Well I hate my writin'
It's all the same
When it drips like posture
My head just hangs
And I hate myself man
But who's to blame?
I guess I'm just see through
Windowpanes

Because of this I'll wait
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
Something, something

I still hate my music
It's all the same
When it drips like posture
My head just hangs
And I hate myself man
But who's to blame?
I guess I'm just fucked up
Or too insane

Because of this I'll wait
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
To take on the world would be something
Something, something