You wonder why I soothe the rhythm of my heartbeat

You wonder why I pick up sticks and stones

The names you call me, they seep into my sleep

So I can cease to mend my bare and broken bones.

I know I don't belong here, I'm a stranger to my skin

Living in a dead boy, who thinks that his life's made out of sin.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever may come my way.

They say to shed my paper tears, at night when no one's around to hear

They say I'm distant and I'm cold, they don't know that my soul is old.

I don't belong here in this time, ambivalent, caught in the tide

They tell me to fit in my skin I say, "I can't, I'm an anachronism".

Darling, love me in my darker hours

As I fall to place in the undertow

Arpeggiated heartbeats turn me sour

Even though you aren't holding me back, I've got nowhere to go.

I know you do not love me, you think I cannot hear

Of all the lies you scream at me, as you're swallowed by your fear.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever may come my way!

They say to shed my paper tears, at night when no one's around to hear

They say I'm distant and I'm cold, they don't know that my soul is old.

I don't belong here in this time, ambivalent, caught in the tide

They tell me to fit in my skin I say, "I won't, I'm an anachronism".

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.