Lyrics
I got an existential crisis
I got millennium blues too late
I got addictions and all the hip vices
I'm a personal earthquake
'Cause I am cliche
I got prescription meds to warm me
I love music but I don't wanna pay
It doesn't take much to make me angry
I'm the king of complaining
'Cause I am cliche
I got addictions and all the hip vices
A bag of nerves with ADD
I'm a dream of my own creation
You won't even see me
'Cause I am cliche
I kid myself I'm saying something worthwhile but (yay!)
Here's to the heyday of paranoia
Here's to the heyday of paranoia
'Cause I am cliche