This is a one way trip. And I feel undone. The only thing keeping me going Is knowing that my presence and absence mean something to someone else. And I like that joy division t-shirt you're wearing, just kidding, I hate it, they've got it, they've all fucking got it, goddamn, good goddamn. Well I have my doubts, And a crooked smile. It don't take long to figure out What all these kids thought college was about And I'll take what your stumbling steps speak with a grain of salt, and hope that your artist's rendition Isn't a product of hopeless addiction I don't hate you I just hate your drugs Railing lines of popularity So we can't just how far down we've come. And I want to be so selfless and caring and most altruistic, but most of the time we judge the sadistic And you're probably thinking I'm narcissistic.