Your scale goes from too cool to sad, guy What must that be like, to only ever turn out to five Put this on a list, for whatever mood it isThat makes you forget, you wanna climb over your desk And watch a printer out the window Quiet quit your way to finding peace Walk out on your friends, because you're in HSPBlame it on your boundaries Can't everyone be happy coming from a place of love Can't see what you don't believe in with your blinders on Cause you're not the problemIt never quite kicks in What must that be like?
