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lyrics
They say you get paper if you write it all plastic,
Another joke song, Chess, that'd be fantastic
It's just so much easier to be sarcastic
Half-ass it instead of being passionate
But you'll never learn to smile if you're too busy laughin'
And you'll never find happiness in all that detachment
A permanent sneer with your eyes to the stars
Hope nobody notices how boring you are
Like, irony, wow, nice job, Alanis
Isn't life working out just the way you wanted?
How sad it would be if your style was dishonest
And you were always pissed off and talkin' obnoxious
Maybe that's just your way of being cautious
Keep your head high, nose above the lot of us
Can't bear the thought of ever having to care
So you acting real arrogant to hide that you're scared
And now you're stuck becoming everything that you hate
You're puttin' up the walls and you're try'na relate
You need somebody to save you from yourself
Because you're so 1998
And now you're stuck becoming everything that you hate
You're puttin' up the walls and you're try'na relate
You need somebody to save you from yourself
You need somebody to save you from yourself
[Satellite High] [DISCLAIMER: This is what I hear by ear, I make no guarantee as to the accuracy of these lyrics - OC]
Tryin' real hard to never get caught
Taking anything serious, don't wanna lose the leverage I got
Post up with the beverage and pot
Building with the nihilism in my life because man, what else have I got
To define me?
I'm all like “remember the 90's!”
Yeah, I got some feelings but you're never gon' find these, dude
'Cause it's creepy to care,
and I keep it that way,
Sincerity's another language, grace is Chinese
Colorblind to these hard-earned lessons
[I literally have no idea what the next two lyrics are, please help]
It's just me, or at least the me I present
A firebrand, always quick with the barb and the spark
Playin' hard but I cry in my pillow after dark
Postmark in the middle of my heart when I shout
Get real, I ain't a killer, I'm a mark – out
And now you're stuck becoming everything that you hate
You're puttin' up the walls and you're try'na relate
You need somebody to save you from yourself
Because you're so 1998
And now you're stuck becoming everything that you hate
You're puttin' up the walls and you're try'na relate
You need somebody to save you from yourself
You need somebody to save you from yourself
Doesn't the negativity ever start to drain on
How there's never been a parade you couldn't rain on
How do you stay in that broken frame of mind
Walled off and drowning, mouth open to sigh
Try to find a soul to hear you moanin' and cry,
But everybody's gone because you wasted their time
It's an echo chamber and you feel like it's shrinking
The walls are closing in, and I know what you're thinking
You can't figure out how it got this far
But when it's time to party we will pity party hard
Playing poker with a full deck of sympathy cards,
And a joker who forgot how he got those scars
So he asking everyone on both sides of the bar,
Hoping for the comfort of a stranger's car
So you lick your new wounds, and you ask for more salt,
Still haven't figured out that this is your fault
