Glad To Be The Vindictives

Every time I hear it, a chill runs down my spine
You talk about my problems, and it's fucking up my mind
You look at me and shake your head and say that I'm not sane
While watching sitcom reruns is the high point of your day

I'm glad to be, so glad to be
I'm glad to be a misfit in your world
Your world, your world
'Cause it's not my world no more
No more

Anytime I talk to you, I feel no connection
You hide behind your rules and laws whenever you feel threatened
You look at me and shake your head and make me feel insane
While every fast food jingle jangles 'round inside your brain

I'm glad to be, so glad to be
I'm glad to be a reject in your world
Your world, your world
'Cause it's not my world no more
No more
No, no, no

Invite me to your barbecue
(To marvel at your lawnmower)
Talk about the weather
(Then get mad at me for yawning)
I'm afraid to shake your hand
('Cause you might be contagious)
I don't think I really hate you
But I can't stand to see myself through your empty eyes