I don't know about
Things that I don't want to know about
And I don't want to shout
So I just cover my mouth
Hopefully you don't get sick
When I'm choosing my half-hearted words, 'cause
'Cause I get dumb when I'm picking a fight
And you say I'm right
But I need you to tell me that I'm like
Some bad news on an already bad day
Follow me south
Or better yet, just follow me around
We could take the highway to
A city where you feel brand new
But you chose the same old
Same old thing as yesterday
Didn't you
And I don't know about
Things that I don't want to know about