on sarcasm and the meaning of.

so I was wondering
torn from the.

and when did I start my second life?
and when did you stop trusting me?

and when did I start taking everything personally?
and taking advantage of your better graces?

the tension here is just amazing
take me, take me, take me with you
I said.

stop yelling, I'm just trying to help
we never.

I see you for five seconds in the morning
enough time for you to yell and me to avoid your kiss

you say: i don't even know what you do after school anymore
I say: i sell drugs, mom.
yeah right.
'cause sarcasm is the answer to everything

but what do you really want me to do about it?
don't show me.
don't tell me.
i don't want to know anymore.