Don't be
So bent out of shape for the likes of me
Believing something that I don't need
To be true just can't be right
In spite of how clear
It all may seem to you
Well I can't be, I can't be, I can't be
I can't be caught dead thinking through
Hilarity that I'm pretty sure ensues
Each time I change my mind
Like heartbeats fall in line
It's nothing new
Embarrassing, but it's something to do
But don't dread the comedown
For the moment
Don't think you can't see past the foreground
Just yet
Most fickle people don't believe it
But you know they'll come around
You won't be whole as a person
Until you're adorned with a headstone crown
Don't dread the comedown
For the moment
Don't think you can't see past the foreground
Just yet