6/8

[Mark Hoppus:]
You live in a world I cannot believe
You create a world I don't want to see
And your forest's a stand of dead trees lost in the night
Did you ever think you'd live down the past
You just want to tie yourself to the mast
All your nightmares have come to at last, at least in your mind

Learn to swim in rushing rivers
Breaking on the shore
Make your peace with broken streets
Your face turned towards the storm

[Matt Skiba:]
This shitty guitar needs some personality!
This shitty song needs some personality!

[Mark Hoppus (Matt Skiba):]
Your hollow accusations no one ever hears
Your wounded senses of pride, a guilty souvenir
All your protests and vacant excuses ring insincere
(This song needs some fucking personality!)
I just want to find a car to overturn
I just want to light a fire to watch it burn
Now we're past the point of no return and no one is here

[Matt Skiba:]
Learn to swim in rushing rivers
Breaking on the shore
Make your peace with broken streets
Your face turned towards the storm

This song needs some fucking personality
Anybody? Somebody?
Give me some fucking personality!
What happened to personality?

You are afraid, uneducated on where this would lead
Going on for far too long, we are sorry for the greed
Leave us in pieces and places, war-torn and wronged

In between whispers and screams
You permeate my soul
Lost between nightmares and dreams
You decimate this home

[Mark Hoppus:]
Learn to swim in rushing rivers
Breaking on the shore
Make your peace with broken streets
Your face turned towards the storm

[Matt Skiba:]
How do I look? Disappointing!
How about I disappoint them more?
I am a disappointment!
How about I disappoint them more?