I turned twenty-nine over the weekend
You know you’re not blocked, you still can call
Did you hear we played the Garden?
And I got my own apartment
Are you in touch with anyone at all?
I bet you never ever sit in silence
You’ll try therapists till one tells you you’re great
Or else it might get clear though
That you’re not the fucking hero
And if you called, I don’t know what I’d say
I’m sorry you went crazy
I’m sorry that I’m saying it so blunt
Everybody says that you look happy
But to me
You just look like someone that I used to love
Okay, you’re right!
And we’re all evil aliens
And thank God you’re here to save the human race from us
So shoot me in my weak spot
With your subatomic laser gun
Now you’re really all alone
I’m sorry you went crazy
I’m sorry that the money’s what you want
Everybody says that you look happy
But to me
You just look like someone that I used to love
I’m sorry you went crazy
I’m sure it isn’t any fucking fun
Yeah, you’ve gotten good at looking happy
But to me
You just look like someone that you used to love
Oh my God
You really look like someone that you used to love