No coded message.
Nothing cryptic for me to throw around.
I just gave up trying to save the world when I couldn't save the last thing
that I wrote down.

Tell it to someone else,
cause you'll waste your breath on me.
Shrug it off again.
(Turn in, turn off.
I'm not breathing.
Turn in, turn off.)
Hey man, understand this:
It don't mean a thing to me.
Oh no...

Deep down inside me
is a little boy who only wants to sleep.
I think a vacation's in order
When "one foot, two foot" feels like jumping
into the ocean's deep.

And it's so nice to stop pretending I like caring,
and free myself from this stupid game.
And it's so nice to stop pretending I like sharing,
when it so clearly has my name.

Get the fuck away now,
I don't care what you've got for me.