I got an existential crisis
I got millennium blues too late
I got addictions and all the hip vices
I'm a personal earthquake
’Cos I am cliche

I got prescription meds to warm me
I love music but I don't wanna pay
It doesn't take much to make me angry
I’m the king of complaining
'Cos I am cliche

I got addictions and all the hip vices
A bag of nerves with ADD
I'm a dream of my own creation
You won't even see me
'Cos I am cliche

I kid myself I'm saying something worthwhile but

Here's to the heyday of paranoia
'Cos I am cliche