I hate the quiet Not the silent But the moments in between When the fan stops blowing long enough To hear the neighbors scream And the water running in the room across the hall And I can hear it all But it’s quiet so I guess I can’t complain I hate the windows And the way that folks are always looking in I wait for change But then I miss the way it’s always been I am a paradox, a riddle But just ask me and I’ll tell And maybe you can crack the code Before I land myself in hell And I think I’m running out of time To save the world before it kills me Life is a long and uphill climb And I throw myself off cliffs just ‘cause it thrills me And who’s to say That by the way I’m pretty sure the world is gonna end And I hate the eyes And how they always seem to look right at me And how I got my perfect life but still I can’t be happy And I know it’s chemical But I’m tired of it anyway And I’m in the past tense So it makes sense That I can’t live for today I hate my mind And how it never seems to foster any peace And how when I get sad I sit there and just sight-read Für Elise And every time that I get up I get up just to fall And sometimes I wonder why I bother getting up at all And I think I’m running out of time To save the world before it kills me Life is a long and uphill climb And I throw myself off cliffs just ‘cause it thrills me I think I’m running out of time To save the world before it kills me Life is a long and uphill climb And I throw myself off cliffs just ‘cause it thrills me And who’s to say That by the way I’m pretty sure the world is gonna end