Karma Police Arrest this man He talks in mouths He buzzes like a fridge He's like a detuned radio Karma Police Arrest this girl Her Hitler hairdo Is making me feel ill And we have crashed her party This is what you'll get This is what you'll get This is what you'll get When you mess with us Karma Police I've given all I can It's not enough I've given all I can But we're still on the payroll This is what you'll get This is what you'll get This is what you'll get When you mess with us For a minute there I lost myself I lost myself Phew, for a minute there I lost myself I lost myself For a minute there I lost myself I lost myself Phew, for a minute there I lost myself I lost myself There's nothing more that I can do. Goddamnit, tell me he's worth it. Tell me he's worth it. Tell me he's worth pushing my best friend away from me. Somebody help me. Somebody help me, please. I love him, I love him, he's worth it, he's worth it. Maybe he is. Maybe he's not. As a side note, radiohead is happy. Especially Karma police, which is probably why I put the lyrics here. Brandon has been in my dreams for the past four nights. In each of them, I try to talk to him, the first time it didn't work, in the second, it was me, and matt, and him, and we were laughing, and in the last two we talked. But in last night's, he tried to kiss me, which was awkward. However, I wish I could talk to him in real life, be friends again and all that. Ha, good luck with that, he hates me. He's so bitter, but he seems so happy. Then again, he always was bitter.