Predictions are in, nonsense seems to win
The air can get so tense when directions make no sense
Common sense is then and not so common anyway
Could have figured it out right then
Don't speak another

It's just ringing off the hook, always telling the same story twice
Cover it up by being so nice
Just this once
Wishing for the worst, wouldn't be the first time
You've given me a

Lock into the same, piggyback the name
Leeching on, reaching in
It's just too easy to be so accident-prone
Should figured it out right then

You gave me ideas, bad ideas
Ideas I had never had before
I had never had bad ideas like this before
My ideas weren't like this
Do you know what it's like to have ideas like this?
Bad ideas, quite possibly the worst