Automatic टैब्स

Unless you could see inside my head
You couldn't possibly understand
I'm happier when things are falling apart
But you'll never know just by looking at me

Strung out on the future
Burnt out on the past
Sometimes I'd rather burn this place right to the ground

You know, it may be me
But the parking lot with all those creeps
Keeps me convincing myself I'm completely sane
With sleep overrated and my ideals outdated
I know that I wouldn't want it any other way

Can't explain when this place races through my mind
Can't explain but I know why, I know why

We're going down. . .