No one will care about this in ten years
Suicide envy, pink ocean of tears
Mail-drop at Wall Street
Stretched up to my ears
(Then grew)

In my mind
I get up and I try, it's not that hard
Holding you to those standards, they're just too high
I don't want everything or understand anything

(I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da)
(I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da)
(I don't know, ta-da-da, ta-da-da)

I'll be there, it'll be okay
What's your name?

I get up and I said it's not my fault
Hiding in my will, I wanted to go
I get up there and I try, it's not that hard
(Or understand anything)

(Waiting in the basement and chasing on the pedestal)
(Though we'll all be going there I'll soon find a way out)
(Waiting in the basement and chasing on the pedestal)
(Though we'll all be going there I'll soon find out)

In my mind
I get up and I try, it's not that hard
Holding you to those standards, they're just too high
I get up there and I try, it's not that hard
I don't want anything

What's your name?

(I said I'm running on the road again)
(Took the fall now I said it's never for you)
(Waiting in the basement and chasing on the pedestal)
(Though we'll all be going there I'll soon find a way out)
(I said I'm running on the road again)
(Took the fall now I said it's never for you)

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Writer(s): Alex Carapetis, Amir Yaghmai, Jacob Simon Bercovici, Jeff Kite, Jeramy Gritter, Julian Casablancas