Everything seems off today
Like Santa Clause in June at a funeral serving birthday cake
Everything seems so out of place
There's to much room and to much space
Girl it's you that I can't seem to find
Any where else but here on my mind
Nothings left, nothings right
There's nothing good about goodbye
Everything seems off with life
Everything rhymes with orange and goldfish never die
There's one less of us and to much quite
I'm dressing up cause somethings died