It sure wasn't like Camelot You don't know what you want except for more And you're sitting so still again There's nobody to blame when you're insecure You twist my words around too much I'm getting dizzy from the smell of urinal mints down the hall Just go You're talking at me, wondering if you count Figure it out And now, it's all about giving up But nothing I do's enough, you make no sense Still it's all just a game to you My opinions are strange to you ...at least they're meant You're talking at me, and now it's comin' down Figure it out I hate the way I'm doing this so I can be alright to somebody else I heard you say, "You don't know what it's all about" But if you try you'll figure it out.