All Wordz Are Made Up

(One, two, three)

No one will care about this in ten years
Suicide envy, pink ocean of tears
Mail-drop at Wall Street
It's up to their ears
(It grew)

In my mind
I get up, and I try, it's not that hard
Holding you to those standards, they're just too high
I don't want everything, or understand anything

I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da
I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da
I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da

I'll be there, be okay
What's your name?

I get up, and I said that it's not my fault
Hiding in my will, I wanted the dough
I get up, and I try, it's not that hard (or understand anything)

Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side
Throwing and we're going there soon and with you
Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side
Throwing and we're going there soon, and

In my mind
I get up, and I try, it's not that hard
Holding you to those standards, they're just too high
I get up, and I try, it's not that hard
I don't want everything

What's your name?

I said everybody will never know again
Took the fall now, I said it's never for ya
Waiting in the basement and chasing on the better side
Throwing and we're going there soon and with you
I said everybody will never know again
Took the fall now, I said it's never for ya