Against my better judgement,
While I'm not quite the pundit,
To the social norms or society;
I'm actively acting lively and
Freakishly to everybody,
They think that I'm a regular behaving,
Just seem like I need attention but please.
Don't you see
That I am simply being me.
But you don't see me so clearly, so

Take a little sip,
Drink a swig off of the tip of your drink.
I'm on the brink of losing
Every single piece of mind.
One peaceful thought at a time,
And there is no rhyme to the reason of this,
Pariah paradigm

And so I sit at this bar alone.
Wanting nothing more than just to go home,
But home is where the heart is so I guess,
Home is in the gaping hole that's in
The back of my head.
I can't go home until I'm dead or until I have made
A true friend in the end, oh in the end we'll all be
Friends, so

Take a little sip,
Drink a swig off of the tip of your drink.
I'm throwing up in the sink again
Again, again, I'm holding back my hair,
Aren't I a true friend?
Me, myself, and I.
That socially inept guy,
And he's talking to his feet,
Walking down the street,
Hands beneath the seat of his pants,
It ain't discrete when he dances
Alone.
Sitting by the telephone.
Won't somebody please hand this fuckin' dog
A single freakin' bone
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh.

Now quietly through the darkness,
As I'm creeping past the corpses
Of my helpless alter-egos,
That I use to hide the sorrows of a
Something-cidal love affair.
Between me and a crock of thin air.
I dump them in the river and I stare
As they hiss and they curse "beware
Of all-encompassing judgement.
Though you're done with us,
You're not exactly finished yet."

I'm finally free of the lies and the torment,
But I'm still standing all alone on the pavement.
Me, myself, and I.
That socially inept guy.
And I'm falling out of step,
Tripping up the rest.
Wearing my whole hand on my chest,
And maybe it's just best if I'm alone.
I'll call my home on my cell phone;
Talk until I'm nothing more than
Dust and bugs and bones.

Oh, oh, oh.