F5, F5, I hit that key all the time I'm wasting my life but, hey, that's just fine And it seems with each upcoming night I grow more and more hateful of the sunlight I'm scared at the thought of going outside And I'm the last person who can tell you why I suck at hellos and I suck at goodbyes And I'm consistently trying my hardest just to get by I care that I don't care about everything When I sit alone in my room doing absolutely nothing And I shouldn't let it get to me But I have nothing else to do Besides just sit around and sing