Willoughby

Oh, nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone!

That same playground that we smoked our cigarettes on
Was the same one that we spent our lives as kids on
And when I say kids
I mean little kids
Because we still are kids
We haven't grown up yet
John and Nick got hooked
Nick for a little bit
And to this day John swears that one day he'll quit
And I believe in him
Just like I always have
Because when we were 12
We did the things we said

Nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone

There was that one time
Steve drove our old van into the side of our old house
There was nothing to do
Except to sit and laugh
And think about how mad our fucking mom would be
When she made her way back
She was at Donna's house
That's where she always was
I'm not complaining though it only helped our cause
Of, sneaking out and finding out
That, the mall wasn't all it seemed to be

Nobody wants me back home
Nobody loves me at all
I will be dying alone
I will be dying alone
Nobody wants us back home
(Nobody wants us back home)
Nobody loves us at all
(Nobody loves us at all)
We will be dying alone
(We will be dying)
We will be dying alone

Woh-oh-oh Oh-woh-oh-oh

Is there something wrong with me!?

Woh-oh-oh Oh-woh-oh-oh

There’s something wrong with me!

Woh-oh-oh Oh-woh-oh-oh

We have no place to be!

Woh-oh-oh Oh-woh-oh-oh

I still got no place to be at all

Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong with me?
(Is there something wrong?)
Is there something wrong with me?
(Is there something wrong with me?)
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong!?
Is there something wrong with me!?
Is there something wrong with me!?

Cause, no, nobody wants us back home
Nobody loves us at all
We will be dying alone
We will be dying alone
Nobody wants us back home
Nobody loves us at all
We will be dying alone
We will be dying alone

My heads not straight
And my throat it feels slit
I'll watch it fall right off
And stomp the hell out of it
Cause I've gotten so tired
I’m wired to fail
And my friends are the same
My fucking friends are the same
These nights are long
But they're keeping me from all my awful dreams
All my cynical thoughts
I'll break down in the front of an old parking lot
And get help when I'm gone
I'll get help when we're done