You know what?
  The next time you see Nick
  Tell him I'm gonna stick some needles in his face
  And watch him on his knees
  Watch him when he sees that I'm not fooling
  'Cause I'm through being cool
  And he keeps telling everyone about me
  Like how I'm such a fool and that I'm so deceptive
  I think I'll make him eat the ground
  I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees
  I'll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere
  And I'll realize how small I really am
  And then I'll spin right back around
  And say, "Nick, why are you such a prick?
  Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality?
  Your world is what you made it
  And I don't want a part of it."