There is a neurotic-humble bent to the lyrical persona here, coupled with a big electric-bass riff and some punchy dynamics. The heart of pop-punk to me has always been the delta between verse and chorus energy, and the lift here is no disappointment.
The personal narrative delves into the rich tapestry of workaday routine, the love-hate relationship we have with ourselves through the lens of outside successes and self-deprivation. The role here is of an observer, seeing everything, touching nothing: