I love you all, but I just hate all of this Who said this would be quick, painless? Don't fuck with me, me and my silly dreams I don't think you know what it really meant to me But, oh, ya know, it's all still good And I wait for you to move inside of my head I'll wait for you until I'm dead And are you caught between the trends? Are you off of the deep end? Get over it, you get over yourself Before you have nobody else To go to Santa Monica with, you're all by yourself They're done with all of it, and you can go to hell Well, it's all for the best, well, we'll see soon enough Aw, you think you're depressed, when you don't even know who you're dealing with Yeah