I feel like I'm damned to be a loser and a weirdo
Picking out the wrong clothes
And bite my lip to choose between two types of failure
Ill-fitting phases, I never quite dedicated enough
Enough
And I have read my Camus and I have read my Sartre
Still drunk the morning after
And you've earned the choice between two types of freedom
You know you're gonna find me sitting on a milestone contemplating the shade
And whether or not I got the wherewithal to redecorate
Rip up the signposts and throw them away
'Cause they've been saying the wrong things about me
Been saying the wrong things about me
Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo
Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo
Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo
Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo
And morning rain, the summer never comes like you think it should
And the first shot hits your weary body and you give just a little
And it feels like the cool light of forgetting that rips your tiny mind
It's building a highway
Out of nothing at all
So rip up the signposts and throw them away
They've been saying the wrong things about you
So rip up the signposts and throw them away
They've been saying the wrong things about me
They've been saying the wrong things about you
They've been saying the wrong things about me
They've been saying the wrong things about you
Saying the wrong things about you too