The way that I bob and I weave in between problems and questions is so disconnected from the way I was when we first met
How can you be so sure that I'm the same person?
That's easy
Some certified note from the government says I'm inadequate at some stupid inconsequential thing
Like finance or driving or strictly surviving this terrible temperament
Wait, I think I'm catching up
I'll just remain reserved and residеnt and hide behind the humor of thе comments on the internet that's better than the boomers
But a Whiteclaw in the right hand can't prove myself right any sooner
Because it's a dangerous business Frodo, going out your front door
The immovable weight of too much sleep in quarantine cause I don't do anything anymore
And all my regrets
All the wrong questions
I can't believe I found you here, you made the same mistake again, go bomb another cigarette
You take a [?] for the long ride and we'll go around downtown
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You taking my advice?
Keep your head down, stay inside, the sad sad happiness you're looking for
I'll pin all my regrets to all the wrong questions
I can't believe I found you here, you made the same mistake again
And I've been doing alright
Watching the same shit over and over
Not expecting something better
And if I can be honest then you can be honest too
I swear to God I'm trying hard
And that's to God, honest truth
But just take a second to swallow your poison and pride
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
Dang, I never had confidence, never had common sense
All my words bounce off the bedroom walls at Mach 5
Dodge all your compliments
Dodge my old consequence
Feeling this crisis since the day my fucking dog died
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might be ok
The way that I bob and I weave in between problems and questions is so disconnected from the way I was when we first met
How can you be so sure that I'm the same person?
That's easy
Some certified note from the government says I'm inadequate at some stupid inconsequential thing
Like finance or driving or strictly surviving this terrible temperament
Wait, I think I'm catching up
I'll just remain reserved and residеnt and hide behind the humor of thе comments on the internet that's better than the boomers
But a Whiteclaw in the right hand can't prove myself right any sooner
Because it's a dangerous business Frodo, going out your front door
The immovable weight of too much sleep in quarantine cause I don't do anything anymore
And all my regrets
All the wrong questions
I can't believe I found you here, you made the same mistake again, go bomb another cigarette
You take a [?] for the long ride and we'll go around downtown
No one wants to be uptight anymore
You taking my advice?
Keep your head down, stay inside, the sad sad happiness you're looking for
I'll pin all my regrets to all the wrong questions
I can't believe I found you here, you made the same mistake again
And I've been doing alright
Watching the same shit over and over
Not expecting something better
And if I can be honest then you can be honest too
I swear to God I'm trying hard
And that's to God, honest truth
But just take a second to swallow your poison and pride
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
Dang, I never had confidence, never had common sense
All my words bounce off the bedroom walls at Mach 5
Dodge all your compliments
Dodge my old consequence
Feeling this crisis since the day my fucking dog died
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might just happen
If I scream at the top of my lungs, then I'll be ok, it might be ok
The way that I bob and I weave in between problems and questions is so disconnected from the way I was when we first met
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