This Is Not a Party

Lulu's doing haircuts, though I don't think she can see

Brendan's found a song to match the pace of his heartbeat

Why do I do this? Why do I do this at all?

Edward's on the big white telephone to God

Charlie's coming on to every person he can touch

Why does this happen every time I dream in Technicolor, and I live in black and white?

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're all okay

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

Roxie's made the call although her boyfriend wants to go

Jane's sprawled on the floor, and I've lost all self control

Why does this happen?

Why must it be?

I dream of space and time and wake up in 2D

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're doing great

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

You're complicated

You're complicated

You're complicated

Why so complicated?

But don't lose sleep, don't worry about me

I'm just fishing for the moon in an artificial sea

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

And I don't really care, and I'm never gonna change

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

This is not a party; it's a hurricane

You said we'd never work; you said we weren't the same

And I don't really care, and I don't ever want to change

This is not a party; it's a hurricane