[Verse 1]

Would it be worth it to write songs

About everything I’m not?

I could invent a thousand problems

And tangle myself up in the knots

Because people only like the boys in bands

Who are plagued with troubled thoughts

So give me, give me problems

Cut me out for this job

[Chorus]

Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe

That they’re all wrong about me

Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe

That they’re all wrong about me

[Verse 2]

My band and I could play along

Forging anxious three minute long

Laundry lists of problems

But for some reason that feels wrong

To act unstable

To turn the tables

On myself and everyone

Myself and

[Chorus]

Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe

That they’re all wrong about me

Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe

That they’re all wrong about me

[Bridge]

Would it be worth it to write songs

About everything I’m not?

I could invent a thousand problems

And tangle myself up in the knots

Life's not perfect but I won’t let that define me

And I won't play along with the trending anxieties

(Bleh!)

Like I say, when I say

"I'll be something you're not"

"I'll be what all the people want"

"I'll be something you're not"

Just give all the people

Just give all the people the truth, truth, truth

Which has nothing to do with you

And there's nothing wrong with being happy

[Chorus]

Everybody just thinks that I’m falling apart at the seams and I can’t believe

That they’re all wrong about me

Or if it’s just me and everything's bad and it’s all falling down to finally come true

Then they were right about you