Something In The Air

Crashed into a man on a mission Hands up in my face Instead of acting surprised or questioning why I say, "You're a little late" Eye for an eye, X marks the spot Will I atone for my mistakes? Am I sobering up, will I be pious enough And build castles for a saint? Screaming through a red, a white, a blue megaphone Go to hell or go home, or you will die on your own You come up with your stories Conspiracy theories of why we're all here Oh, I just want to be someone Someone who's happy, but why do you even care? Must be something in the air-air-air-air-air Something in the air-air-air-air-air Don't want to spend today obsessively wishing To know what happens next If you want to believe, then that's your prerogative I wish you the very best But there it goes, that funny feeling, reeling me back in Can't tell if it's a blessing or a sin You come up with your stories Conspiracy theories of why we're all here Oh, I just want to be someone Someone who's happy, but why do you even care? Must be something in the air-air-air-air-air Something in the air-air-air-air-air Must be something in the air-air-air-air-air Something in the air-air-air-air-air Screaming through a red, a white, a blue megaphone Go to hell or go home, or you will die on your own I just want to be someone Someone who's happy, but why do you even care? Must be something in the air-air-air-air-air Something in the air-air-air-air-air Must be something in the air-air-air-air-air Something in the air-air-air-air-air All that static down the megaphone Too much noise might leave you on your own All that static down the megaphone Too much noise might leave you on your own