Lyrics:

You say good start
I say perfect ending
This world has no heart
And mine is beyond mending
Wiping down menus
Of food I can't afford
If this is my destiny
Then why am I so bored?
CHORUS:
Am I suicidal,
Or am I hungry?
American Idol
Get the hell off my TV
Can't write songs
As well as you
Can't play guitar
The way that I want to
I can sense the future
In this Pennsylvania night
It is sealed for my protection
But if I can pick my poison,
I just might
CHORUS
Breaking up is hard to do
But waking up is harder
I had plans, and they fell through
Now I'm back to beg and barter
CHORUS