Crashed into a man on a mission
Hands up in my face
Instead of acting surprised or questioning why
I say "you're a little late"
Eye for an eye, X marks the spot
Will I atone for my mistakes?
Am I sobering up? Will I be pious enough?
And build castles for a saint?
Screaming through a red, a white, a blue megaphone
"Go to hell or go home
Or you will die on your own"
You come up with your stories
Conspiracy theories
Of why we're all here
Oh, I just want to be someone
Someone who's happy
But why do you even care?
Must be something in the air
Something in the air
Don't want to spend today obsessively wishing
To know what happens next
If you want to believe, then that's your prerogative
I wish you the very best
But there it goes, that funny feeling
Reeling me back in
Can't tell if it's a blessing or a sin
You come up with your stories
Conspiracy theories
Of why we're all here
Oh, I just want to be someone
Someone who's happy
But why do you even care?
Must be something in the air
Something in the air
Must be something in the air
Something in the air
Screaming through a red, a white, a blue megaphone
"Go to hell or go home
Or you will die on your own"
I just want to be someone
Someone who's happy
But why do you even care?
Must be something in the air
Something in the air
Must be something in the air
Something in the air
All that static down the megaphone
Too much noise might leave you on your own
All that static down the megaphone
Too much noise might leave you on your own
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