It's so weird beyond repair,
And I don't even care anymore,
I'm closing the door,
It's so strange, and I don't think it's gonna change any time soon,
So I'm inflating a balloon, so I can fly away,
Seems like the sanest option in the world!
You must know by now, I don't take destructive criticism well,
You probably can tell by the way I leave
And I know I should sit and think but I would rather flee
I wouldn't recommend you to deal with me,
I'd rather rhyme than make a sensible song... I may be wrong.. So long!