Nothing's turned out right today My throat's closing up And I've been thinking about the way That nothing has turned out great today And everybody around me just smiles, continues on their way Change I rarely leave my room When I do, I can't help but feel an (?) sense of gloom I like it in my room, yeah I turn out all the lights, curl up in a ball pretend I'm in the womb Change I'm so (?) I'm ruined day by day and sometimes I don't know why I bother I've said it, five hundred dollars By (?) exterior and listening to the rollers, change Change, change