I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If

I must insist On being a pessimist I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind Stranded, lost inside myself My own worst friend and my own closest enemy Elected, the rejected I perfect the science of the idiot Say whatever, oh, whoa