| Quick, quick |
| Tell me something awful |
| Like you are a poet |
| Trapped inside the body of a finance guy |
| Tell me all your secrets |
| All you’ll ever be is |
| My eternal consolation prize |
| You see I was a debutant |
| In another life, but |
| Now I seem to be scared to go outside |
| If comfort is a construct |
| I don’t believe in good luck |
| Now that I know what’s what |
| I hate it here so I will go to |
| Secret gardens in my mind |
| People need a key to get to |
| The only one is mine |
| I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child |
| No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears |
| I’m there most of the year 'cause I hate it here |
| I hate it here |
| My friends used to play a game where |
| We would pick a decade |
| We wished we could live in instead of this |
| I’d say the 1830s but without all the racists and getting married off for the |
| highest bid |
| Everyone would look down |
| 'Cause it wasn’t fun now |
| Seems like it was never even fun back then |
| Nostalgia is a mind’s trick |
| If I’d been there, I’d hate it |
| It was freezing in the palace |
| I hate it here so I will go to |
| Lunar valleys in my mind |
| When they found a better planet |
| Only the gentle survived |
| I dreamed about it in the dark |
| The night I felt like I might die |
| No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears |
| I’m there most of the year 'cause I hate it here |
| I hate it here |
| I’m lonely, but I’m good |
| I’m bitter, but I swear I’m fine |
| I’ll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I’ll get lost on purpose |
| This place made me feel worthless |
| Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me and in my fantasies |
| I rise above it |
| And way up there, I actually love it |
| I hate it here so I will go to |
| Secret gardens in my mind |
| People need a key to get to |
| The only one is mine |
| I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child |
| No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears |
| I’m there most of the year 'cause I hate it here |
| I hate it here |
| Quick, quick |
| Tell me something awful |
| Like you are a poet |
| Trapped inside the body of a finance guy |