There is nothing to see here people keep moving on  
 Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone  
 No one cares when the show is done  
 Standing in line and its cold and you want to go  
 Remember a joke so you turn around  
 There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself  
 Chorus:  
 I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts  
 She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself  
 Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out  
 It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things  
 Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground  
 I try to whisper, so no one figures it out  
 I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed  
 It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things  
 The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain  
 Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,  
 Gripping tightly to something that they will never own  
 And those by themselves by choice or by some reward  
 No mistakes only now you're bored  
 This is the time of your life but you just can't tell