The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing All the world comes crashing, world comes crashing down on me The news is a distorted view through someone else's glasses Reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV And are you the type to let yourself get scared We all go swimming naked, or at least strip to our underwear Am I the type to miss you when I'm gone Well I guess it won't be that long Driving to strange places Seeing even stranger faces and am I the type to let myself complain Everything's so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier I am happy, I am sane and I am growing every day In every single way ♪ And I'm already gone And I'm feeling so free I will sing my victory song AWOOHOOHOO!