Today I'll sit in The Sun
Away from everyone
It's the outside looking in
Oh, they're not having fun
I know why I can be "that guy"
It's the edge of the earth
That makes me feel high
You look at The Green of The Trees
And you wonder
"What's in it for me?"
The color of envy is so clean
As your soul becomes so empty
You need now a second to think
Of why
You're brought to The Brink
Of a constant state of implode
Covering it up by The Drink
Ever since you were young
You've been the source of fun
Of others tortured torment
And every name under The Sun
You look at The Green of The Trees
And you wonder
"What's in it for me?"
The color of envy is so clean
As your soul becomes so empty