(Hook: Kirk)
Is it really so bad? Is it really so bad?
I guess it is what it is till it isn't.
And I don't know what it is I'm missing.
But I'm a keep searching... For myself--
Somewhere out there.
I’m headed nowhere fast.
I’m headed nowhere fast.

(Verse One: Kirk)
Long story; short-- a heathen. Consort with demons.
If there is a God, he’s probably Morgan Freeman.
Only thing that I believe in is white girls in leggings.
She said, “your flexin is just insecurities you're projecting // On everybody.”
I’m flexin on everybody. But, still it’s vexing.
The best thing for me would be to stop self obsessing.
The best thing for her would be to stop from undressing.
But that’s out of the question, and I’m without a direction...

(Hook: Kirk)
But is she really so bad? Is she really so bad?
I guess it is what it is till it isn't.
And I don't know what it is I'm missing.
But I'm a keep searching... For myself--
Somewhere out there.
I’m headed nowhere fast.
I’m headed nowhere fast.

(Verse Two: Kirk)
The situation is critical.
Maximize the distance so the damage is minimal.
Spent some time on my own-- needed some time to recover.
Wasted too much on too many insignificant others.
Refuse to submit to suffer and admit that I love her.
So fuck her, what did he do to deserve an indifferent mother?
In the corner she drove me in came to grips with the loneliness.
But it’s hard when your son is convinced that you’re Kryptonian.
Damn… Why must I complicate everything?
Still in the waiting room, but I swear that I’m hurrying.
Still at odds with all the memories that I’m burying.
“You shouldn’t be alone. Kirk, your solitude’s worrying.”
Everything is different for me, you’ve been acting distant towards me.
And lately, I've been thinking that music just isn't for me.
Been out of touch, but do you ever stop and listen for me?
That's out of the question, and I'm without a direction...

(Hook: Kirk)
But were we really so bad? Were we really so bad?
I guess it is what it is till it isn't.
And I don't know what it is I'm missing.
But I'm a keep searching... For myself--
Somewhere out there.
I’m headed nowhere fast.
I’m headed nowhere fast.

(Bridge x2: Kirk)
Is it really so-- is it really so--
Is she really so-- is she really so--
Were we really so-- were we really so--
Bad? So bad? So bad?

(Verse Three: Kirk)
Too many conversations start with "it's not you..."
Though it’s the truth, that doesn't make it any easier.
And I’m still wishing upon meteors-- Nothing to lose.
I sit alone; skimming through Nietzsche on my E-reader.
But what’s the use?
Feel as if everything is meaningless.
Perfected being unhappy without seeming it.
You text, “goodbye” though maybe, I’m just misreading it.
Right?
But that’s out of the question, and I’m without a direction...

(Hook: Kirk)
But am I really so bad? Am I really so bad?
I guess it is what it is till it isn't.
And I don't know what it is I'm missing.
But I'm a keep searching... For myself--
Somewhere out there.
I’m headed nowhere fast.
I’m headed nowhere fast.