What Started This Sympton Craze

Special thanks to Jeremy Blizard for knowing me better than I know myself.

With my big, bright eyes and modest sense
My punk rock friends say I make bad music
Well, they've all got their own opinions and that's fine
With my stained up shirt and my coffee breath
My acquaintances all like my music
But I don't like them at all and that's fine
Living here, living there
It's all the same as everywhere else
I'm the one that doesn't make the change
With a big black bad and dirty shoes
Take me away from everything you do
When you look into the mirror, well, what the hell do you see

The whole world coming for you?

Empty the ashtrays and roll a cigarette
Feel the power in my step, never gonna quit
Try to take me down and I'll grow another inch
I have nothing to regret, nothing to forget
I want nothing to perfect but I have everything to finish
Roll another cigarette and watch the paper burn

Is the whole world coming for you?

Asperger's, depression and ADD
Big business bullshit, the caffeine parade
Economic flux sitting in the shade
Dull eyes downturned, modesty revoked
Too many drugs to counter-act this hope
Never have I felt so suppressed to sing
Play two songs before I break another string

Empty the ashtrays and roll a cigarette
Feel the power in my step, never gonna quit
Try to take me down and I'll grow another inch
I have nothing to regret, nothing to forget
I want nothing to perfect but I have everything to finish
Roll another cigarette and feel the wonted burn
Pass the cigarette and take another turn

Let the whole world come for you
Let the whole world come for you
Let the whole world comfort you!

Author's Note

Just give it up, make yourself happy. No one else will.