Mmm, can't you see I'm looking for something
But it's that something that's not looking for me
Can't you see I talk to myself
Because there's nobody here listening right now
Can't you see I hate the world
And TV makes me wonder if
If these people really believe it
The bullsh*t it knows how to sell
Can't you see I'm looking for some wine
But I don't expect you to drink with me
I'm scatterbrained and I like feeling bad
Because I close up and fly inside myself
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm growing inside, I don't know
We're alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment isn't important here anymore
People talk about the same old things
And then fool themselves into feeling already grown-up
I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those kids sprawled
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer nights, melancholy
I don't know what's wrong with me
Can't you see I'm fed up
With dedicating my life to whom?
To these people who live inside a wall
And rest when it's Monday
Can't you see I write at night
When the moon keeps me company
It makes me feel I need fewer answers
But it makes me believe in this magic
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm growing inside, I don't know
We're alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment isn't important here anymore
People talk about the same old things
And then fool themselves into feeling already grown-up
I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those kids sprawled
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer nights, melancholy
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm growing inside, I don't know
I lose a showdown, but I want to live long
I'm the sand that stays in a July suitcase
I want to stay forever, not be a trend out of nothing
I want to come back a winner, laugh nonstop
I want to mess up and fall, do things on my own
I don't want advice; look at me, tell me what's up
You who feel sure about how you want to live
Me who hates myself and yells at the mirror, 'Get out of me'
We're alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment isn't important here anymore
People talk about the same old things
And then fool themselves into feeling already grown-up
I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those kids sprawled
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer nights, melancholy
I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm growing inside, I don't know