[Verse 1]

You like depression

You hate the sun

You like the romance

Having no one

You hate those ordinary things

Like razor burn

You hate those ordinary things

You hate the pressure

You hate the laughs

We're going nowhere

We're going fast

You hate those ordinary things

Like razor burn

You hate those ordinary things

[Chorus]

And it might be will, and you might be strong

And you might be still, and you might be whole

[Verse 2]

You hate the Sundays

You hate the fun

Foreboding smiles on everyone

You hate those ordinary things

Like razor burn

You hate those ordinary things

[Chorus]

And it might be will, and you might be strong

And you might be still, and you might be whole

And it might be will, and you might be strong

And you might be still, and you might be whole

[Outro]

You like depression

You hate the sun

You like the romance

Having no one