I have this thing where my ilvl rises but never any stronger
Midnights become my afternoons
When I OOM during bloodlust
All of the people I miss-clicked standing like ghosts around the boss
I should not be left in charge of potions
They come with gold and gathering alts
I end up buying too many tokens (I’ve realized all this time)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I’ll watch as you’re all server firsts without me
'Cause you got tired of my lost connections
For the last time
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me
At buff time, everybody agrees
I’ll stand directly in the fire but never for praise or constructive criticism
It must be exhausting, always having to pop your own cooldowns
Sometimes I feel like everybody is on a classic Blizzcon mount
And I’m a brown kodo on Razor Hill
Too slow to hang out, slowly lurching toward your faction city
Arrow’d through the knee, but at least I have chicken
Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism
Like some kind of Horde leader? (I’ve realized all this time)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I’ll watch as you’re server firsts without me
And WoW will lose all of its meaning
For the last time
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me (I’m the problem, it’s me)
At repair time, everybody agrees
I’ll stand directly in the fire but never for praise or constructive criticism
It must be exhausting, always having to pop your own cooldowns
I have this dream my recruit-a-friend stops healing me for the staff transmogs
She thinks I won’t get to roll
The guild gathers 'round and grabs their loot and someone screams out
“She’s laughing at us with her mic off”
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me
It’s me, /wave, I’m the problem, it’s me
It’s me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees
It’s me, hi (hi), I’m the problem, it’s me (I’m the problem, it’s me)
At raid (raid) time (time), everybody ready checked but me (everybody but me)
I’ll stand directly in the fire but never for praise or constructive criticism
It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero