Bell Curve by The Plane Sailors Lyrics

This is not your cliché story
I'm sick of happy endings they feel so boring
Am I self aware enough to know I'm out of luck?
The world isn't round it's a bell curve and I'm sorry
But you're probably at the bottom and it isn't worth the worry
Unless your ego can't handle your terminal condition called life

And now I'm up all night and down all day
But when you're out of luck that's the way things go
Up all night and down all day
But when you're out of luck that's the way things go

I could sit right here and perpetuate my petulance
Propel myself forward into the common general ignorance
Until I'm just another box on the hillside
Red, green, blue and all the colours that I oncе new
Aren't as pretty if you don't havе the ugly ones too
This is the toll on the eye of the beholder

And now I'm up all night and down all day
But when you're out of luck that's the way things go
Up all night and down all day
But when you're out of luck that's the way things go