I stress too much, my hair is thin Fueled by guilt and other things These well-adjusted family folk just taunt me With their plastic lives, suburban dreams I'm bored to death, I want to scream I'd run so fast if my feet would only touch the ground Well it cuts me down to ribbons when they tell me I'm old And I have to shrink my spirit, to fit inside their mold Oh lord I wanna start some fires Feel some pain Break some hearts Like I'm young again Just let me feel the want beneath my wings Call it a midlife crisis Itchy feet Self-destruction Latent heat I wanna spiral down Let me have my meltdown Inject that botox in my mind So I can smooth these tired lines I'll street fight Father Time out in the alley Well I fantasise about another life Where I'm living like a heathen on the edge of a knife My restless heartbeat marching to its own drum That blueprint they are pushing under my nose It's making me sneeze and itch and decompose Oh I wanna start some fires Feel some pain Break some hearts Like I'm young again Just let me feel the want beneath my wings Call it a midlife crisis Itchy feet Self-destruction Latent heat I wanna spiral down Create destruction all around While I have my meltdown Is it too late to make mistakes I can't resolve Can I burn a million bridges and be absolved Let's be real I hate that clock And all the tension that it's brought A tourniquet of rules and expectations Watch me start some fires Inflict some pain Break some hearts Like a romantic again Just let me fill this empty space with zeal Call it a midlife crisis Itchy feet Self-destruction Latent heat I wanna spiral down I'm gonna wear my heathen's crown Come on let me drown This is my meltdown