If there's one thing that drives me to the wall it's apathy
'Cause I'm always trying to never cause a scene
Just live and keep my thoughts, that's all I need
So let me know if you're bored of the magazines
And we'll get this machine to make us free
And nobody will ever tell us what to be
Or that's what I expect
It seems we need some retrospect in what we see
It feels like nobody's listening to us now
So let's pretend that the bills and the checks will all pan out
But will they now?
Will they now?
Will they now?
I never know my own way home
My own way home
I never know my own way home
If there's one thing that drives me to the wall it's apathy
'Cause I'm always trying to never make repeats
I wanna leave this place and let it burn
But I just crave a novelty at every turn
I won't get into my math, but you'll learn
I'll reach compromise in time; it's something that I've earned
Then one day I'll come back and I'll discern
Between the things for which I've yearned
Because there's nobody listening to me now
So I'll pretend if I scream loud enough I'll make a sound
Or maybe I'll drown
I never know