I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place
The weight of the world be okay if it would pick a shoulder to lean on
So I could stand up straight

I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place
The homophobic bullshit that's somehow okay
Just because you didn't mean it that way

I can't take anymore of all the scum in this place
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
And Matt says I don't fit in

All this mallrat goth shit is killing me
Thought that would end with high school at least
But there are still kids and Matt says
"College hit those dudes like a ton of bricks"

So they're calling it blasphemy
A fucking catastrophe
For saying it's a stupid choice to make
But this place just brings misery
I hate what it does to me
I fight, but I can't escape the way that I don't fit in with any of this
And I don't think we're the same

I'm fucking losing my head trying to understand this
Kids outside with guitars hoping for someone to notice
No one wants to hear your sappy bullshit

All these fake-tan girls laughing at art school kids
Getting lots in return for being substance-less
You're too caught in semantics to see it
But you're no fucking different

So they're calling it blasphemy
A fucking catastrophe
For saying it's a stupid choice to make
But this place just brings misery
I hate what it does to me
I fight, but I can't escape the way that I don't fit in with any of this
And I don't think we're the same

No

I'm not sad anymore, I'm just waiting
It's two more months 'til I'm done with this
And I don't make sense to anyone but my best friends
And I don't fit in anywhere but the back of the van