Turn it up Let me sing to the chord progression I've heard enough From the bitter little fish-face of depression I'm burning up You can talk, but I might not listen I've heard enough It's evident we're taking up our old positions here I am talking to myself Did I look right at you? Maybe so Vinny Van Gogh in an awful falsetto If I'm talking to myself Don't make it about you every time Let's eliminate the paradigm Turn it up We can swim through the same old ocean I'll learn to love The idiotic grins we're holding, frozen, up We're in a rut I can talk but you never hear me You're packing up Gotta get a little nibble of anonymity I am talking to myself Did I look right at you? Maybe so Vinny Van Gogh in an awful falsetto If I'm talking to myself Don't make it about you every time Let's eliminate the paradigm