Our Whiny Crowd

Wake up, no rain The sun is shining streaks On my sheets But, oh, how boring Ain't got no stories To pour in my morning Joe I live an existence Where melancholy's just a part of the routine Of a lonely life Crafted by sick dreams But even so I love it more than I could ever concede This little part of me Fabricated misery Satisfies my hunger for the spotlight "You ever wonder Just what it's like to live On the other side?" Well, yeah, I've tried it By grabbing at a feeling I could never commit To in the long term I don't want the real thing But even so I love it more than I could ever admit Just a little bit of pity Is all I need to fit in with our whiny crowd Our whiny crowd Our whiny crowd I don't want the real thing