Come From You

You're always on your own planet, complaining about getting wet, but it only rains on your head. You prefer to be blind, cuz even Seattle, it shines and I wonder how I... came from you. You're happy, out of the blue when it's convenient for you. How did I come from you? Listen up you think I'm messed up but if you opened up your eyes you'd find it's got nothing to do with me, it's you. At five thousand feet up, you make me wanna jump. Making me crazy is your job but couldn't you just slack off now and then? You give a hundred and ten percent.