Off Key It starts with a simple itch, Then grows to a thunderous tick, And we're all just so damn sick, Of all we see. And then we meet up with them, Our only actual friends, Then the others we just can't stand. Somehow we all seem free. 'Cuz it's late And we hate Living in this plain world. We have lives Flying by As the drinks make our mad minds twirl. We have friends And they see How happy our lives should be. So to hell with this as we're all left singin' off key. Now we step outside And the rain soaks the sky and the streets seem to fill up with words. Reminders of past Signal "never look back," As our coats turn to capes and unfurl. Even the friends that we Hate fill our hearts While we wait For the new lives still walking ahead. So we run as I see Future staring at me And we're all still preaching: It's late, And we hate, Living in this plain world. We have lives Flying by As the drinks make our mad minds twirl. We have friends And they see How happy our lives should be. So to hell with this as we're all left singin' Off Key.