Sitting pulled aside
I'm gonna sit there with my
Hands held high
Smiling at disaster.

On the road, the road less traveled
On the road, it's erasing day
On the road, the road let's travel and see
What there is to be seen.

The season is turning
It's cold and gray
The leaves have all fallen
Now you can see into my window
It makes me bitter.

I kind of want to be seen
It's all being about scene
It's all looking good for the scene.

I don't care
I wish I could say that
But I'm so damn worried
About my appearance
It makes me upset
Just to be like that
I'd make a bet
It's sickening you.