Well, I hate my writing
It's all the same
But it trips like posture
My head just hangs

And I hate myself, man
But who's to blame?
I guess I'm just see-through
Window panes

Because if it's our way

To take on the world
It would be something
To take on the world
It would be something
To take on the world
It would be something
To take on the world
It would be something

Something
Something

I still hate my music
It's all the same
But it trips like posture
My head just hangs