I wonder if it's cause of my tendencies that I'm sad
And all of my other friends seem to be doing better than me
But trust me, I'm glad that they prosper
And I've been reading prose recently And I'm kind of mad that it doesn't entail
The way I think of life, but honestly, it ain't bad
It ain't, one, two, three
I think of life like yellow tennis balls
Racket handles that are broken off, I do
Get kind of hungry for knowledge
And I know that I can't know it all But I'm such a goddamn know-it-all, it's true
I'm better off being sorry for the way I think is cliche
And blasé and so fake And the way I act is routine
And so mean and serene but I still end up feeling sorry for myself
Myself I
Think it's fine, think it's fine, think it's quite alright
That I lie and I cry and I'm not quite right
I don't like how you find all the holes in my lies
It's my eyes and my life that helps me keep my mind
But Oppenheimer was just fine And the summer sucked,
My ex-girlfriend hates me but I still live it up
To my children who listen go and win for us,
If you're ever feeling alone you can hit me up
Because I love and I love and I love
And I trust that you won't give it up
And I love and I love and I love
And I think of my life like here of
I think of life like yellow tennis balls
Racket handles that are broken off, I do
Get kind of hungry for knowledge
And I know that I can't know it all But I'm such a goddamn know-it-all, it's true
I'm better off being sorry for the way I think is cliche
And blasé and so fake And the way I act is routine
And so mean and serene but I still end up feeling sorry for myself
Myself I