And I thought that
I could have it
It’d be easy
Never happened
Now it’s tragic
On a mattress
And they’re laughing about that
Call it magic
In a casket
Couldn’t hack it
Now the devil’s given me a crooked back
Probably making jesus mad
That’s my bad
Never getting it back
Goes on and on and on
I wonder if I were successful
Would my friends call me more?
You know you’re not doing your best
When eating food feels like a chore
Typing into my URL bar as if i’m talking to God
Another pathetic millennial
Been slipping up
Now we’re lying in our pink bed
Watching Pixar and the guy’s dead
And I’m losing it to flashbacks on the screen
Missing Avril, need an Advil
Empty headed
Space cadet’ed
Watching stars move on the ceiling
Feeling foolish trying to pray
Oh My God
No one’s hitting me back
Goes on and on and on
I wonder if I were successful
Would my friends call me more?
You know you’re not doing your best
When eating food feels like a chore
Typing into my URL bar as if i’m talking to God
Another pathetic millennial been slipping up
Comb
Lipgloss
Phone
Whatever
Put it in a ziplock bag
Forever
Bail
Sleep
Repeat
Whatever
Banking on the worst doesn’t make it any better
All I wanted
Was to want it
Never have it
Now I’m slipping up my words couldn’t hack it
And they’re laughing about that
I wonder if I were successful
Would my friends call me more?
You know you’re not doing your best
When eating food feels like a chore
Typing into my URL bar as if I’m talking to God
Another pathetic millennial been slipping up