I dont want to scare you.
I dont want to be you anymore.
Whats in store? Well, I dont want to be popular.
High school superstar.
Didnt take it very far.
So pick another winner cause I wont buy in.
Im sick of hearing what you see in me.
Fake the smile.
Working mode.
Sitting in a cubicle and doing shit that I dont want
Like organizing back to front.
Wipe the smile off my face.
Stuck here in the same place.
Where everybodys moving forward and I stay stagnant.
Im sick of hearing what you see in me.
Youre not anything I want to be.
All I ever wanted was to do something right.
And now that chance is gone.
Ill feel like Ive done wrong.
I fcked things up for everyone!
Go walk away.
Go walk away because this isnt where you want to be.
All Ive got is four chords.
As I sit and stare I realize for good that its nothing special.
Its just a punk show.
–And I dont know and I dont know.
Equipment? It goes in the back.
Im sorry but you go on last.
You dont have a guest list.
The lady here is really pissed.
She says your band is way too loud and she dont like it.
Call the cops cause were not gonna leave.
–Please give me a tip, kid.
I dont know what Im doing.
I play a song, it sounds all wrong,
you cant tell what the fck Im saying.
It doesnt rock.
It kind of sucks.
Im overusing the word fck.
I sell a CD for ten bucks.
Please go buy it
Call the cops cause were not gonna leave.
Well exchange closet spaces with our insecurities.
All I ever wanted was to be more than second best.
Kiss my ass goodbye.
Were breaking up tonight.
Im starting to feel Im getting stuck here.
Go walk away.
Go walk away cause this isnt where you want to be.
All Ive got is four chords.
As I sit and stare I realize for good that its nothing special.
Its so predictable.
And no matter what you want
youll never curb my self-depreciation now.