I was in disgrace, 
Tried to hideaway, a feeling out of place, 
Like if you cheated but you still got A’s, 
It’s a pity that it went that way, 

I’m running my own race, 
Can’t help but feel like I finish second place, 
So to distract myself I’ll make that change, 
Now I’m going through a lilac phase, 

Looking through rose tinted glasses, 
Popping bottles from our asses, 
When we throw it won’t go away, 
To somewhere isolated where my feelings can’t be rated, 
Please can we go, 

You say what’s wrong with this world? 
What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with this world?
What’s wrong with you?
If it doesn’t feel right then it’s,
Everything wrong with this world,
Nothing wrong with you, 

Some things can’t be replaced, 
Like a dying love that took it all away, 
Insignificant to someone else’s place, 
But that don’t change how it feels, 

Looking through rose tinted glasses, 
Popping bottles from our asses, 
When we throw it won’t go away, 
To somewhere isolated where my feelings can’t be rated, 
Please can we go.