Why, did I even move to this shit hole town in the first place?
I don't know. I heard it was the centre of the universe,
And it's true, but that kind of gravity affects a man.
It affects him, and affection starts to crumble like cake.
And I don't eat cake alone, cause that's depressing.

I decided, your love is an open sore on my hypothalamus.
I divided, the man and his heart from the mind and his malice.
And from what they tell us,
That should have been harder to do.
But it's what I had to do,
To be so much better than you.
And I'm that much better than you.