Well I could fix an evening coffee
Play some Kingdom Hearts or something
Chris is playing Animal Crossing
On the couch sitting beside me
And we're hanging in the living room
May as well be called a dying room
Cause with how little we're contributing to society
We may as well be dead
It's imperative we light a dog
Seventy-thirty or nothing else
Watch MacKinnon hoist the Stanley Cup
But the f*cking Dubs took down the Celts
I am paralyzed below the neck
Half sleeping on this old leather couch
Turning down the lights
As Nolan turns the dial up
On Midwest Nothing
There's just so much pressure on us
To stand taller than our fathers before us
How are we supposed to send the kids to school
Without leaving our beds until the afternoon?
I wanna move around I swear to God
But it just sounds so hard
So when I fix the morning coffee
I sure hope you stand beside me
Manufacturing a moment
Pressing chalk against the concrete
I could tidy up the living room
Hang a painting in the hallway
Call my parents just to hear them
Call a friend and say I'm sorry