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
Jane's sprawled on the floor, and I've lost all self control
Why does this happen?
Why must it be?
I dream of space and time and 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?
But don't lose sleep, don't worry about me
I'm just fishing for the moon in an 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
