Pаrаmоrе - C’еst Cоmmе Cа

C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na
In a single year, I've aged one hundred
My social life, a chiropractic appointment
Sit still long enough to listen to yourself
Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell

I'm off caffeine on doctor's orders
Said it was gonna help to level out my hormones
Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge
It's my dependence on the friction that really hinders my progression
I know that regression is rarely rewarded
I still need a certain degree of disorder