Well, I say, we can't do this anymore The mood in the room is dead Cause all your friends they like to stay up late And all you want to do is go to bed Headaches, sink in they're drilling in your skull I wonder what they'll find The fugue state you walk home in unforgiving cold But I asked and you said you're fine You can't seem to get a hold of reality I wish I could steer you straight When did you become this cult of personality I can't stand the way you've changed I can't stand the way you've changed No, I can't stand the way you've Changed