Intro: Enough with the mood lighting, I'm not in the mood Apparently, I don't have the right attitude Do you think this is a sense, maybe that's what we need Then we could channel some of the dead air between you and me Dry your new age tears, let's stick to the facts Don't need your phoney pearls of wisdom, you can have them back Don't want your earnest sympathy, keep it to yourself If I'm gonna be alone, I'd rather be my myself Chorus: