Wake up, no rain
The sun is shining streaks
On my sheets
But, oh, how boring
Ain't got no stories
To pour in my morning Joe
I live an existence
Where melancholy's just a part of the routine
Of a lonely life
Crafted by sick dreams
But even so
I love it more than I could ever concede
This little part of me
Fabricated misery
Satisfies my hunger for the spotlight
"You ever wonder
Just what it's like to live
On the other side?"
Well, yeah, I've tried it
By grabbing at a feeling
I could never commit
To in the long term
I don't want the real thing
But even so
I love it more than I could ever admit
Just a little bit of pity
Is all I need to fit in with our whiny crowd
Our whiny crowd
Our whiny crowd
I don't want the real thing