Because nothing was ever very interesting to me
But still I knew exactly what I wanted to do
I wanted to be better than you
Transcend the mundanity that has a hold of you
Now I'm wondering if it's possible to sue
Your own goddamned mind for the fucking shit it feeds you.
I saw you the other day, walking the other way
I thought about stopping you and saying "hey"
But beyond that I realised I had nothing else to say.