Before you say another word - how about you quiet down and hear me out? And notice that there's more to this, so much more than you think it's about You might not know, I guess you don't even care Believe it or not I need some room I need some fucking air All I want is some god damn space So why the fuck are you still in my face? Always knowing what is best But there's something under my chest It tells me what I have to do I really don't need to listen to you