There is no mystery
For what I try to be
...a reason for the things I do
I try to tell you what
Is really false or real But --
You act as if you have no clue
You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise
You close your eyes and hide
Behind a storybook
When I have something new to tell
If you could put aside
Your stubborn foolish pride
You'd find an exit from this spell
You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise
What you are -- I don't know what
What you are -- Pain in the butt
What you are no one seems to care
Why do you always do that?