Don't call him pessimistic
Don't call him narcissistic
He's as realistic as can be
Don't call him apathetic
Don't call him sinister
He knows exactly what he's talking about
You don't know him like I do
And all this talk about the world and how it's gonna be alright
Well guess what... look around... It's not
Don't call her hopeless romantic
Don't call her idealistic
She knows exactly what she's looking for
Don't call her too poetic
Don't call her copasetic
She knows exactly what she's looking for
You don't know her like I do
And all this talk about love, and how it doesn't exist
Well guess what... it does
I've felt it
Don't call me pixelated
Don't call me complicated
I know exactly what I want
Don't call me melancholy
Don't call me civilized
I'm as bloodthirsty as the next
You don't know me as well as you think
And all this talk about nothing, and how it's gonna be something
Well guess what, I'm still bleeding as we speak