3:09
these days
are starting to blend together seamlessly
I’ve got
lots of time to spare and some money
but the more I’m getting older
the more I get to know myself
and I start to feel the tightness in the buckle of my belt
and the more I get to know you
the more I get to know myself
and I start to feel the doubts of what she always, always felt
these days
I really don’t think I’m all that cool
I’m just
sitting at the bottom of the pool
embarrassment is apparent when you really have high standards
and you give a shit about looking like you don’t really give a shit
and loving things is boring and nothing really matters
oh your irony is tiresome and your dreams begin to shatter
I’m just trying to stay afloat while it’s easy to be lonesome
but it’s more interesting when your problems look so handsome
I was scared to be myself when I had nothing to lose
but I guess when I grow older I’ll have less and less to choose from
so perhaps I’m wasting time by feeling like a loser
because nothing touches idiocracy like my abuser
and I bet behind your apathetic pictures on your pages
that you like the same shit I do, we just make different faces