Is everything changing, or am I just losing my mind? The world rearranging, every time I step outside Sitting at a friend's house, getting tattoos You were right there, but I couldn't feel you And I guess I can't cope with the strangeness surrounding this place, so I'll just go away And I guess I just need a little something extra to get me through the day-to-day Oops! Oh, I'm not fucked up, I'm just fucked over Oh, let's get fucked up, I don't wanna be sober Will things ever be steady, or is this as good as it gets? It's hard to feel healthy, when all my clothes smell like cigarettes Is this what life is, for sixty more years? Never attached to anything, except my fears And I guess I can't cope with the strangeness surrounding this place, so I'll just go away And I guess I just need a little something extra to get me through the day-to-day Oops! Oh, I'm not fucked up, I'm just fucked over Oh, let's get fucked up, I don't wanna be sober *