It’s harder to fit in when morning comes
I don’t remember who I was, but you liked it
And now I often think that nothing matters
And I love pretending things that aren’t happening to me
Are you special, or has no one ever called you that?
You don’t make waves; they’re disappointed
They know of a place where you’ve never been
They won’t take you in case you’re too much
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
Like in a spiral, you’re disoriented
You can’t calibrate success and fame
Are you real, or just a copy?
You don’t care about anything; I’m used to it
Tell me what you’ll do when it’s all over
If you’re not handling it well, let me know, I’ll call you
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
I feel terrible
I feel terrible
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
I feel terrible, I feel strange
Your best years are left behind
I’m going to blow up the stages
So you’ll see you were wrong
So you’ll see you were wrong
And I end up in the wrong place