I want to go to the beach.
I don't care if it's decadent.
I don't know where my spirit went
but that's all right

I want to go to the deep.
cause there's nowhere i want to be
and nobody i want to see
but that's all right

particles of pain... in my brain
I guess they're here to stay.
They work their way inside
and i can't hide....
or even walk away.....

You can convince the world
that you're some kind of superstar...
when an [bad word] is what you are
but that's all right
waiting....
hating....
the [bad word] life throws my way...

hating...
waiting...
to make my escape