It isn't even funny anymore
I can't hold eye contact or start a conversation
My thoughts are racing and I can't get 'em to quit
What I want doesn't matter, but I still want
I want to take a nap but I can't
I want to eat a sandwich but I can't
I want to rip my f*cking head off, but I can't
But I might
Someday
Someday
Someday
We'll all turn to dust
And that f*cking sucks
I guess we're all just counting down the days, huh?
If it's the end of everything what happens to all my shit
Everyone's talking too f*cking much and it makes me feel like I need to escape
When we drink the Kool-Aid do you think it'll be blue flavored or grape?
It's not like it f*cking matters anyway
I wanna leave town but I can't
I wanna save the planet but I can't
I wanna rip my head off, but I can't
But I will
Someday
Someday
Someday
Someday
Someday
We'll all turn to dust
And that f*cking sucks