I'm sick and tired of myself Gotta pack it in the back with God knows what else Now it's all in the back of my stick shift All that's left for me to do is drive it off the cliff Wait, what? Do I want anything out of this life of mine? Do I want anything? And will I find it in time? Better start acting like it I better start acting like it Better pull together my *** Yeah, I better start acting like it Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da If I could see all of the closet time that's wasted Then maybe I would start to take it serious To take it serious To take it serious To take it serious If I made a capsule to write a space and time As of right now it would hold a letter with one line She's so calculable She's so calculable Like a ballistic missile She's so calculable Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da