You better believe it's true You know I do I do You better believe it's true You know I do I do I'm a screw up of epic proportions A walking hand grenade Hyper-manic, a dimestore dramatic A conduit for pain She said: Don't speak, don't think, just take it off Take it off I said: Don't speak, don't think, just mess me up Mess me up I'm pathetic, overly apologetic I'm a tightrope tragedy Yo, Chicken Little, I'm the monkey in the middle There is something wrong with me Humming a slightly varied tune Opposite angles of the moon Buried in layers of ourselves Leaves room for no one else I believe it's true 'Cause nothing matters when I'm all wrapped up in you I believe it's true 'Cause nothing matters when I'm all wrapped up in you