Lulu’s doing haircuts, though I don’t think she can see
Brendan’s found a song to match the pace of his heartbeat
Why do I do this? Why do I do this at all?
Edward’s on the big white telephone to God
Charlie’s coming on to every person he can touch
Why does this happen every time I dream in Technicolor, and I live in black and white?
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
And no one really cares, so let’s pretend we’re all okay
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
Roxie’s made the call although her boyfriend wants to go
James rolled on the floor, and I’ve lost all self control
Why does this happen?
Why must it be?
I dream of space and time, then wake up in 2D
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
And no one really cares, so let’s pretend we’re doing great
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
You’re complicated
You’re complicated
You’re complicated
Why so complicated?
Well go to sleep, don’t worry about me
I’m just fishing for the moon and artificial sea
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
And I don’t really care, and I’m never gonna change
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane
You said we’d never work; you said we weren’t the same
And I don’t really care, and I don’t ever want to change
This is not a party; it’s a hurricane