I got a funny feeling
Sits in my chest all day
I think it's trying to tell me
That I should run away
I wanna shed my being
Don't need my name no more
A jar of pennies sitting
On the bedroom floor

You say I'm bitter, you think I'm bitter

I think about you often
It leaves a bitter taste
I'm picking at my head
To scare the thoughts away
I dream about you lately
Hope none of it comes true
My mouth will remain shut
But I won't pretend to like you