| Welcome to my brain, come make yourself at home
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| Some people say I sound like Depeche Mode
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| I guess I never really thought that I could be
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| Someone that allow them all to label me
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| Don’t know what to write about
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| In a box and let me out
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| Trying too hard to be anybody else but me
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| Can I be anybody else but me
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| So I woke up today and
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| I don’t celebrate cause
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| Fuck I feel so empty and I cannot contemplate
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| I hate everything that I’m feeling wait, no
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| Everything I’m thinking, yes
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| I don’t celebrate
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| I don’t celebrate
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| I woke up today and
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| I don’t celebrate cause
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| Fuck I feel so empty and I cannot contemplate
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| I hate everything that I’m feeling wait, no
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| Everything I’m thinking, yes
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| I don’t celebrate
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| I don’t celebrate
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| So rain on my parade
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| So rain on my parade
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| Come pour it on
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| Why
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| Here we go again I don’t really have a doubt
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| I know I will never fucking figure this out
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| Getting sleepy here’s a dream about a person
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| That you try to never think about
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| I don’t really care, I don’t even care
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| I’m not in denial, I don’t wanna share
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| Cause my brain is stuck in overdrive
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| And I don’t know how to override
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| I try try try try try…
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| I woke up today and
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| I don’t celebrate cause
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| Fuck I feel so empty and I cannot contemplate
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| I hate everything that I’m feeling wait, no
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| Everything I’m thinking, yes
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| (I don’t celebrate)
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| So rain on my parade
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| So rain on my parade
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| Come pour it on!
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| Come pour it on!
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| Come pour it…
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| I’m in a denial… |