The best way to get your attention was to start with a title that had nothing to do with this song I won't get political, but I'll do what I can to string you all along If you're still listening, I'm glad you stuck around 'Cause everyone else is crafting ways to try to chase me out of town Hello cruel world, what have you offered us today? A californian forest fire? Or a middle eastern conflict? Civil war? More corporate giants? A new stand-up show for Carrot Top? Let's make a list, let's show the world what's up I won't get philosophical, I only wanted your attention If you're still listening, there's a secret message at the end of the song La la da, la la da, la la di la di la da da Here's the secret message Secret message here is it

Listen to the radio, they played my favorite song Now I'm bored and wanting more, I can't conform It's all the same deep down at the core I feel so bored It's all the same I'm feeling apathetic to commercial politics that you keep shoving down my throat I'm only wanting something new Simple politics, these guys are all the same Let third parties take the stage But no one really wants to change Oh, I'm preaching blasphemy, I'll keep it to myself We need to blame ourselves and understand It's all the same I'm feeling apathetic to commercial politics that you don't even understand Don't tell me who I am It's time for shit to change Let's compromise, meet in the middle We are all the ones to blame It's time for shit to change It's all the same It's all the same!

Bullies are not my ride Take our pain back again In this school, there's no rules Kill and smoke all your dope Write you write you outta my book Get you get you under my hook So what so what? At it again I'm a Dropout in hand Teachers suck at having fun Movies are for movie stars Friday nights we're partying Walking in on my friends fucking Write you write you outta my book Get you get you under my hook So what so what? At it again I'm a dropout in hand (so what so what?) You're at it again (I quit I quit) A Topical Trend (So What so what?) Dramatic friend (I quit I quit) I'll see you again (so what so what?) Dramatic friend (I quit I quit) A Traumatic end Bullies are not my ride Take our pain back again Write you write you outta my book Get you get you under my hook So what so what? At it again I'm a dropout in hand (So what so what?) You're at it again (I quit I quit) a topical trend (So what so what?) Dramatic friend (So what so what?) I'll see you again (I quit I quit) Dramatic friend (So what so what?) This is the end I'm a dropout in hand

Sometimes I wish I was still younger, full of dreams now turned regret Things I would like to change but never had a chance I'll try to leave it in the past You might know who you are, tell me how you really feel I know what it's like to be alive I know what it's like to live a lie You wanna know what's on my mind? I feel dead inside Live by captured moments now just polaroids in my wallet Loving faces I don't want to forget just yet I'm living on my borrowed time Sometimes I wish I weren't alive Leave me alone, I just wanted to stay home I feel dead inside (Just living on your borrowed time) Live by captured moments now just polaroids in my wallet Loving faces I don't want to forget just yet I'm living on my borrowed time Sometimes I wish I weren't alive Leave me alone I only wanted to stay home tonight I feel dead inside I feel dead inside (Just living on your borrowed time)

Ten minutes and I'm ready to go I've been waiting four months to see this show that has all of my friends and favorite bands I might never get a chance to do it again I spent all my time at work and the rest at home No matter where I'm at I still feel alone Got bad social anxiety, I'm a walking mess Got forty ounces of liquor, cheap cigarettes I'm stepping out of my comfort zone Twenty three years and a lingering fear of being out of place in my own home Ten minutes and I wanna leave It's quite apparent this isn't for me An introverted soul that could care less of what everybody thinks it just gives me stress Twenty three years and a lingering fear that anything could happen Why am I here? I'm standing in a corner, I'd rather be at home for Twenty Three years, for twenty three years Year one I feel alone Three years I have no home Five years I'd never know Ten Years I'm still alone Twelve years now getting stoned Fifteen years I'm getting old Eighteen years I'm leaving home Twenty years scared and alone Twenty three years and now I know Twenty Three years, for Twenty Three years Twenty three years and a lingering fear that anything could happen Why am I here? I'm standing in a corner, I'd rather be at home for Twenty Three years, for twenty three years

Hey you in the corner, you're tryna blend in My friend told me you'd been talking some shit about him Some guy I work with told me plenty about you too Hey you buried in your book alone in a chair You got metal in your face and three colours of hair Playing music on your phone, try to drown out the room It's just some shit I learned from a friend Just some shit I learned when I was tryna prepare Some shit I listen to when I go to bed Hey you on your skateboard, do you go everywhere? Your car got a flat and you can't afford a spare Hope you don't eat shit on the pavement It's a hard fall down, don't try to embrace it It's just some shit that I learned when I was younger and I didn't care about anything Don't care about anything I must've turned it off, can't turn it back on now Defensive strategies towards people I don't know My only question for you is to explain why doesn't God care? It's just some shit that I don't understand

So woe is the world as it comes crashing down You never thought it'd come to this But once you're proven wrong You'll try and try, now the time has come that I have found the words to bring you back around And woe is your life, has it sunk in your head? All the people you've cared for, to you they're all dead You've never felt more alone than you do now Was everything worth it in the end?

Have you ever had one of those days that felt like it could never end To me they're pretty common (It's still kind of a problem) Let's go home, have a drink, go to bed, and in the morning we can do it all over again Who's standing by your side through it all? (And has it been affecting them?) We all have our bad days, gotta hope that soon enough it'll end (Just being honest, I'm in need of a friend) Tell me more, tell me more, I only wanted to know Loose lipped secrets (More than a friend) Troubled dreaming (My common sense) Take full control (Do you believe it? Tell me please, do you believe in it?) You're more than a friend You're my partner in crime the apple of my eye (You're more than a friend) My common sense You're my best friend (I'm hoping this would never end) Am I lost? or just tired? It's getting hard to tell I couldn't sleep through the night Now everything is different (Don't move, you're gonna miss it) Tell a joke, make me laugh Don't let this moment pass I want to cherish every minute I miss the good ol' days (You can't keep living like you're still in high school) Now it's all in the past, I knew that it could never last (it's time to move on, you're taking too long) What a shame, what a waste, call it growing up Loose lipped secrets (more than a friend) Troubled dreaming (my common sense) Take full control (Do you believe it? Tell me please do you believe in it?) Tell me more, tell me more, I only want to know Loose lipped secrets (More than a friend) Troubled dreaming (my common sense) Take full control (Do you believe it? Tell me please do you believe in it?) You're more than a friend Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more, tell me more, I only want to know (just being honest, I'm in need of a friend) Loose lipped secrets (more than a friend) Troubled dreaming (my common sense) Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more (Do you believe it? Tell me please do you believe in it?) You're more than a friend You're my partner in crime, the apple of my eye (Loose lipped secrets) My common sense You're my best friend (Loose lipped secrets) Tell me more, tell me more, tell me more, tell me more I only want to know (I'm hoping this would never end)

Dear friend, I'm writing to you 'cause she said that you listen and understand Call me Charlie, and I'll leave it at that, 'cause I'm scared you might know who I am I lost a friend last spring, poor Michael. He didn't leave a note, call it problems at home I feel so alone, I think it's getting bad again I met some friends named Patrick, and his sister Sam She has pretty green eyes that make a pretty big deal And they brought me to a party at Bob's I had a brownie, got stoned, and walked in on Brad and Patrick Swore to secrecy that I wouldn't tell anyone Then he said, "You see things, you keep quiet, but you understand." Over Christmas I read them a poem about a brown paper bag and the boy who wrote it And they gave me a suit and a typewriter too They said, "write about us." I'm gonna miss them when they leave for college Hope i'll make it on my own I feel so infinite, I thought you ought to know Dear friend, I'll try to write more, but I'm learning to participate Things will be good for me, and when they're not, they will be soon enough

She gave back my mixtape She said it was morbidly sad and bleak How should I have known whatever that was supposed to mean? She called my favorite book washed out trash Said I have no taste and I'm still too sad She said she didn't love me and I was wasting both of our time Just try to filter her out She called in every day this week 'cause she couldn't get out of bed Then told me that I was the problem That I make her too depressed I'm a bad influence Try to filter her out Try to Filter her out Just try to filter her out of my mind She gave back my mixtape, she said it was morbidly sad and bleak And called my favorite book washed out trash Said I have no taste and I'm still too sad Try to filter her out Just try to filter her out of my mind

Listen to the Cure in my bedroom, let's turn out all the lights It's gonna be a long long time until everything's alright I'm running out of things to do, I wanna get off this couch I listen to the Cure while the TV's blacking out I can't drive around, I can't afford to pay that fine I wanna ride my skateboard on the streets til' late at night I'm eating 'cause I'm bored, but I'm not hungry anymore I listen to the Smiths, Type 0 Negative, the Cure I love you more You're getting bored What a beautiful way to live What a beautiful way to live Don't go to work, you need the money, but you're not happy when you're there. Sometimes life is so unfair Your body's sore from staring at the screen and sitting on your knees And all the alcohol you need Listen to this song that I wrote for you on my guitar I'm not good at words, but here's the melody so try to sing along I'll try to harmonize, but my throat is sore, I'll scream it out some more I locked the door, I can't get up off of the floor and I love you more, but you're getting bored What a beautiful way to live

Was that a joke? Be real with me now I'm trying to be serious, there's no time for sarcasm right now Are you sure? I don't know how to be happy Don't love myself enough these days Take care of your mind, it's an easy thing to lose And I'm running out of time. I'm running out of time All these serious emotions all these devastating thoughts All these places, All these people What have we all become? It's so hard I'm so scared, what have I become?

Minneapolis is a fun place to get robbed on the streets or in your taxes Welcome home to Minneapolis It's right next to St. Paul, but I've never been to church so I don't know who that is It's by Monti Cello, and a million other cities that no one's ever been to except for me when I got lost trying to leave 'Cause Google Maps didn't tell me that that way was under construction In Minneapolis In Minneapolis It's right next to St Paul, It's right next to St Paul and Monti Cello and North of Cannon Falls The Mall of America, a nice excuse for common capital exploitation I miss Camp Snoopy and Paul Bunyon's Log Flume ride that went around the whole damn mall It's by St Paul and Monti Cello Cannon Falls, best part of Southern Minnesota Minneapolis, Minnesota Minneapolis, Minnesota Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minnesota is a nice place to get lost The streets are numbered, but incorrectly Driving down a one way street, you're going in the wrong direction In Minneapolis You'll end up back in St Paul, but you're still in Minneapolis In Minneapolis Minneapolis

After a while, these things take a bit of work Some nights you'll cry to sleep Some nights I'm staring up at the ceiling wondering what I could change to make you smile again Maybe it's all in my brain Before the sunrise, you're getting ready for your day I should get dressed, I don't want you to be late Then i'll be all alone in a dark and quiet room to watch the sunrise on my own I can only think of you I wish I knew what I could do I feel like I am only bothering you Maybe one day I'll find some confidence and stride And I'll listen to you like you always want me to I find it hard to visualize what I would do without you The cycle ends until the sunrises again You're my best friend