Weirdo

I feel like I'm damned to be a loser and a weirdo
 Picking out the wrong clothes
 And bite my lip to choose between two types of failure
 Ill-fitting phases, I never quite dedicated enough
 Enough
 And I have read my Camus and I have read my Sartre
 Still drunk the morning after
 And you've earned the choice between two types of freedom
 You know you're gonna find me sitting on a milestone contemplating the shade
 And whether or not I got the wherewithal to redecorate
 Rip up the signposts and throw them away
 'Cause they've been saying the wrong things about me
 Been saying the wrong things about me
 Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
 Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo
 Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo
 Da-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
 Da-da-doo-doo, doo-doo
 Da-da-da-da-doo, doo-doo
 And morning rain, the summer never comes like you think it should
 And the first shot hits your weary body and you give just a little
 And it feels like the cool light of forgetting that rips your tiny mind
 It's building a highway
 Out of nothing at all
 So rip up the signposts and throw them away
 They've been saying the wrong things about you
 So rip up the signposts and throw them away
 They've been saying the wrong things about me
 They've been saying the wrong things about you
 They've been saying the wrong things about me
 They've been saying the wrong things about you
 Saying the wrong things about you too