Hey, it's been a shitty few months
I wish I could tell you it has been good but it has not
There's bars on my window
There's bars on my doors
There's bars on my brain
They're so hard to ignore
I wish I could say that's why I've been distant, but that is a lie I'm just bad at textin'
I abandon my friends, yet have abandonment issues
I'm covered in irony and catch-22's
I write for perfection, so I release nothin'
The bar is set so high I can barely touch it
But hey, it's been a shitty few months
I wish I could tell you it has been good but it has not
The world is on fire and there's nothing we can do
So I'll go release an album
What the f*ck is there to do?