All my friends got bipolar, and I sure as hell do too
What's the point of being boring
I could f*ck shit up with you
All my friends got bipolar and some secrets in their head
What's the point of getting older
We get older till we're dead
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Can't f*cking sleep
Counting sheep again
So I just dream and dream and dream of you, my friend
I lie awake in this sweet bed
Visions of how we met
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
I see you walking, you're smiling at me
I don't know if I could ever make you happier than you were, than you were before me
The sky's not blue without you
I could die, but what's the use?
Broken smiles, and broken hearts, baby
I should I have known I couldn't trust you from the start
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
And I don't really care at all
No, I don't really care at all
All my friends got bipolar, and I sure as shit do too
Why the f*ck would I be boring
I could f*ck shit up with you
All my friends got bipolar, and some secrets in their head and some rainbows in their closet, and their skeletons in bed
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da