I got an existential crisis I got millennium blues too late I got addictions and all the hip vices I'm a personal earthquake ’Cos I am cliche I got prescription meds to warm me I love music but I don't wanna pay It doesn't take much to make me angry I’m the king of complaining 'Cos I am cliche I got addictions and all the hip vices A bag of nerves with ADD I'm a dream of my own creation You won't even see me 'Cos I am cliche I kid myself I'm saying something worthwhile but Here's to the heyday of paranoia 'Cos I am cliche