basically i’m complicated
i have a hard time taking the easy way
i wouldn’t call it schitzophrenia
but i’ll be at least 2 people today

if that’s ok

and i could go on and on and on
but who cares

its deep how you can be so shallow
and i’m afraid cause i have no fear
and i didn’t believe in magic
until i watched you disappear

i wish you were here

and i could go on and on and on
but who cares

you see everybody is somebody
but nobody wants to be themselves
and if i ever wanted to understand me
i’d have to talk to someone else

cause every little bit helps

and i could go on and on and on
but who cares

it feels like
the surreal life
but its still nice
wish i could live twice
and i still might
if these won’t heal right
i see a little light
even though its still night
(repeat)

and i could go on and on and on
but who cares