I won't make it another day
I refuse to leave the bedroom
This is where I'll stay

But with a 1 2 3 4
when the sticks click
we'll be okay (1 2 3 4)

When everyone that surrounds us
is full of shit
We all think we know the answers
but we don't know a fucking thing
Just carry on (just carry on)
and keep moving
and learn and laugh and love and cry
and hate and sleep and scream and die
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and

We're getting closer to the end
Just getting closer to the end
With every inhale, exhale, whatever
Closer to the end
We're getting closer to the end
Just getting closer to the end
But with a 1 2 3 4
when the sticks click
we'll be okay (1 2 3 4)

I'm getting sick of the world that surrounds me
Polution, corruption, the fucking profit margin
lobbyists and congressmen are
holding hands at make-out point
and the cops blame us for the clothes we wear

Someone looked at me the other day
and laughed right in my face
I must be such a sight to be seen and
I just stand behind the counter
and say nothing
what the fuck do I do, what the fuck do I do, well

I want to crawl up inside myself
and hide from everyone else
never see anyone again
If someone tries to talk to me
I'll hold my fingers in my ears and scream
LALALALALALALALA

And the children point and stare
never taught that I exist
Always an afterthought, a fringe person,
a who-the-fuck-cares
Television thinks I'm a joke
I just can't handle this so I
Put on an album and let
the sound surround me cause

When we press play
we'll be okay
We'll be okay (We'll be okay)
when we press play

When we press play
we'll be okay
We'll be okay (We'll be okay)
when we press play

And with a 1 2 3 4
when the sticks click
we're closer to the end
to the end
to the end
to the (1 2 3 4)