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