All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces Preternary for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression Hide my head out of drama and sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles, it's a very sad My worst, my worst, my worst, my worst Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles, it's a very sad My worst, my worst, my worst, my worst My worst, my worst, my worst