You know what?

The next time you see Nick

Tell him I'm gonna stick some needles in his face

And watch him on his knees

Watch him when he sees that I'm not fooling

'Cause I'm through being cool

And he keeps telling everyone about me

Like how I'm such a fool and that I'm so deceptive

I think I'll make him eat the ground

I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees

I'll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere

And I'll realize how small I really am

And then I'll spin right back around

And say, "Nick, why are you such a prick?

Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality?

Your world is what you made it

And I don't want a part of it."