Box Five – Letras de Killjoy

Can't believe I listened to you
Shoulda stayed at home
'Faida known it would be like this
I would not have come

I don't care if they're expecting us;
I refuse to go inside
Could not explain it to you if I tried

But there is nothing wrong with me
No there is nothing wrong with me
I swear there's nothing wrong with me

If you're the one who's discontent then
Why should I adjust?
You collect your cellphone numbers,
I'll collect my dust

Crowds of strangers make me ill-at-ease
And it gets so hard to hide
I hate your friends, and I am terrified

But there is nothing wrong with me
No there is nothing wrong with me
I swear there's nothing wrong with me

You say it'd do me good to open up,
But I just cannot decide.
Would I turn into you if I complied?

But there is nothing wrong with me
No there is nothing wrong with me
I swear there's nothing wrong with me