Ok Go

Bye bye, baby Cybil says as she walks out the door.
You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good,
much better than it ever has before.
So my pets have left me in search of careers and richer soils,
heading off to pure-bread friends and happy ends
and anything to prove I'm disloyal.
It's not just that I'm schizo and scared,
it's not just that I'm so unprepared.
It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this, wouldn't you?
So take me to winter, as if it was discontent I'd see.