Ooh, you
Ooh, you
If I got everything I want on album three
And I grew up and became who I want to be
Why am I lying when I say I feel content?
I don't wanna say too much
But what's a meltdown between friends?
(Whoa, f*ck it)
Maybe I could use a couple yes men
My self-esteem could use some obsession
Or some ups in my direction-tion, chicka-chicka
From at least One, One D-Direction
(Not Zayn though, Harry though, what's up)
F*ck it, I don't even care, though
A broken escalator's still stairs, though, uh
I got a little taller since the first show
Maybe if I look real close, I'll see you in the
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Oh, oh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah-yeah-yea
If you could see the things that I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)
I'm a ray of sunshine, look at me
Everywhere I go, I'm poisoning (yeah)
Everyone whose eyes look up to me
And while I'm alone (what?)
I could fill a f*cking university with all the things
That keep me company when all I want is sleep
'Cause my demons drive their limo
Straight up to my window like they're motherf*cking Postmates
And late god damn, hot damn, Bill Gates
Hey, let me talk to Elon Musk, man
Where the f*ck's my flying truck, bitch?
I put down a hundred bucks shit never showed up
What's up? That's f*cked
Like how if everything could go away
I never had it anyway
If I'm the guy from Castaway, that makes you Wilson, hate to say
And everything I know is gonna kill me in the end
But we'll get there when we get there
When we get there when we get there when we get there when we-
Oh yeah (woo), we did it this time, we really did it
Gonna take a second, gonna breathe, alright, wheu you and me, okay
Otto, Geoff, you guys are doing great
We're gonna do this one more time, okay
F*ck everyone and everything
And every single magazine that made me think I'm not enough
It's really f*cking crippling
When I'm Michael Scott-o Seabringing it
I'm Geoff and I'm Otto nose-ringing it
I am not about the "He said, she said" bullshit
Dudes with beards online like to say shit
Tweeting middle fingers up from their day shift
But I was just like them, just hating
I gave up everything
Something to nothing
This song is the recipe
Curses, my blessings
I haven't seen family
Hoping they're proud of me
Missing on holidays
Give people more but then there's nothing left of me
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah, oh
Oh, oh, you can find me in the rumors, yeah-yeah-yeah
If you could see the things that I see when I sleep
Then you'd be paranoid like me
Oh, oh I'll see you in the future, yeah-yeah-yeah