Good Grades - SILVER SARUMAN Lyrics

I'd like to join the 27 Club
But my application's late
And I've got nothing on my résumé
I'm not a genius anyway
F*cked up how my friends aren't ever
Gonna listen to this rant ever
Because they're tired of my whining
Online all over social media
Whoa oh, whoa oh, man
I must be doing this shit on purpose
Whoa oh, whoa oh
A disaster underneath the surface
Missed shots, messed up the follow through
I'm down bad, whatever that'll do
For now I'll sleep on my mistakes
When I wake up
I'll feel exactly the same
"So close, but no cigar" has been
The motto of everything I've put my heart into
So lost, I'm not sure what I want to prove
Just give me something to do
Whoa oh, whoa oh, man
Some days it feels like I got no purpose
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Gonna drown before I reach the surface
Whoa oh, whoa oh yeah
It feels like I f*cking deserve this
Whoa oh, whoa oh
I'm just tired of putting up with my bullshit
I'm over it
Paranoia singing
"No one cares if I just self-destruct/disappear"
"Nice to know ya (see ya!)"
"Thanks for nothing!"
"(Well, yeah) Farewell, kid"
"Get out of here!"