uncool - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bastards

Wake up every day with some more wounds

Baby, go and tell your friends 'bout how I annoy you

Holding my own hand in this ballroom

Can I have this dance with you before we're cut loose?

Baby, I'm a maze, I can't get out of my head

You put me down right by the gate and I'm still here where you left

Another sickness always plaguing, something after the next

Everything is changing 'round, I don't know what to expect

Can't remember what was on the wall, I still dream about it

I don't even want that shit at all, that's the thing about it

Don't know why my room is growing cold, there's something around it

Can't tell what for

Don't know why they hate me here

I'm certain those fuckers do

I spend all my time in here

I'll paint my room colored blue

Say that I'm insane, what's even worse is me loving you

Think that I'm the shit but, really, I'm uncool, I'm uncool