I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiserMidnights become my afternoonsWhen my depression works the graveyard shift,all of the peopleI’ve ghosted stand there in the room I should not be left to my own devicesThey come with prices and vicesI end up in crisis(Tale as old as time)I wake up screaming from dreamingOne day, I’ll watch as you’re leaving‘Cause you got tired of my scheming(For the last time) It’s me, hiI’m the problem, it’s meAt teatime, everybody agreesI’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirrorIt must be exhaustingAlways rooting for the anti-hero Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy babyAnd I’m a monster on the hillToo big to hang out,slowly lurching toward your favorite cityPierced through the heart, but never killed Did you hear my covert narcissismI disguise as altruismLike some kind of congressman?(A tale as old as time)I wake up screaming from dreamingOne day, I’ll watch as you’re leavingAnd life will lose all its meaning(For the last time) It’s me, hiI’m the problem, it’s me (I’m the problem, it’s me)At teatime, everybody agreesI’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirrorIt must be exhaustingAlways rooting for the anti-hero I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the moneyShe thinks I left them in the willThe family gathers ’round and reads itAnd then someone screams out“She’s laughing up at us from hell” It’s me, hiI’m the problem, it’s meIt’s me, hiI’m the problem, it’s meIt’s me, hiEverybody agrees, everybody agrees It’s me, hi (Hi)I’m the problem, it’s me (I’m the problem, it’s me)At teatime (Teatime), everybody agrees (Everybody agrees)I’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirrorIt must be exhaustingAlways rooting for the anti-hero
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