It sure wasn't like Camelot 
You don't know what you want except for more 
And you're sitting so still again 
There's nobody to blame when you're insecure 
You twist my words around too much  
I'm getting dizzy from the smell of urinal mints down the hall 
Just go 
You're talking at me, wondering if you count 
Figure it out 
And now, it's all about giving up 
But nothing I do's enough, you make no sense 
Still it's all just a game to you 
My opinions are strange to you ...at least they're meant 
You're talking at me, and now [bad word]  down 
Figure it out 
I hate the way I'm doing this so I can be alright to somebody else 
I heard you say, "You don't know what it's all about" 
But if you try you'll figure it out.