On Three

This has no meaning, it’s a song
This isn’t the first of many but it’s plenty
I can’t compete, i can’t complete
I can’t do what i am told, it’s gets old
There’s too much pressure to fit in
Too much it’s so over-barring, always staring
Say goodbye to what you are
To what you know, it’s all about to go
A life worth less than zero, 1, 2, 3
Everyone wake up on 1, 2, 3
There’s too much pressure to fit in
Too much it’s so over-barring, always staring
It’s all a big elaborate hoax
The joke is so overrated, complicated
You got away from me
Just this time but not the next time
There is no meaning to this song