
You know what?
The next time you see nick
Tell him Im gonna stick some needles in his face
And watch him on his knees
Watch him when he sees that Im not fooling
cause Im through being cool
And he keeps telling everyone about me
Like how Im such a fool and that Im so deceptive
I think Ill make him eat the ground
I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees
Ill see the way the world begins to need color everywhere
And Ill realize how small I really am
And then Ill spin right back around
And say, nick, why are you such a prick?
Why cant you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality?
Your world is what you made it
And I dont want a part of it.