Wake up my dear and see the world appear right before your eyes This'll hurt me much more than it will for you You'll feel better the next day Let go of my t-shirt it's much less therapeutic It'll cost less than a cent in a week You're smile is crooked and that's what makes it pretty I can't relate at all Stop carrying around my notebook There's nothing poetic about it at all My words are all just whining like the ones who came before We're not progressing this sound at all So take my hand and throw me into the sky like I saw in my dreams My words have clogged my throat and I'm spitting them out Do you think my hair will straighten back to the way it was when I was a boy These chords are not unique They were passed back down to me I wish I could make something unique and stop singing all these lies I don't want your sympathy Okay maybe I do I don't know What to write about anymore