I Don’t Get It

There's a picture of a little kid
No one noticed what he did
There's a background, just can't remember
What's the point, and what's the center?

There's this feeling, it's part of who you are
Supposed to tear you apart
But I don't get it, and I don't have it
I don't know anything about it

Life slides right by me
And I'm like, no reaction
Just a shrug

And I don't know why
I can't find my can't-imagine
I don't get it

I don't get it [x3]

And I'm locked out of Sunday school
And hanging out in the vestibule
And waking up in the crying room
Next to you

But this stuff never made any sense
I can't connect, and you're not impressed
'Cause when it's back to the present tense
It's meaningless
Meaningless

'Cause there's this picture, it's part of what you are
Supposed to tear you apart
But I'm not in it, and I'm just out of it
I don't know anything about it

You think through everything
I think, no reaction
Just a bug

And I don't know why
I can't get through
I don't get it
I don't get it