[Lyric] Untitled 12 (Johnny Sebastian)

[Verse]
I've tried to write so many funny songs
About my fear of death
But songwriting is hard
And it’s not that funny yet
It occurred to me while I was drinking boba tea
That everyone I'll ever meet will die
So I sing

[Chorus]
Untitled twelve (twelve)
One through eleven shelved
If you think that this one's rough
Well you should hear the old revisions
This is untitled twelve (hmm)
Could not think of much else (mmm)
Still working out the chords (mmm)
And figuring out the rhythms (mmm)

And I hope my life means so much morе
Than eleven papеrs on my floor
I’m just where I was before so where's my finished product
I'll be honest
I am writing this on a new notes document
With a boba in my hand
Saying, "I'm still living, so's the band"
Untitled twelve
Untitled twelve
Untitled twelve
Unfinished, unplanned
[Verse 2]
Untitled twelve
Cut the music, by myself
I got music and nothing else
Bring the bass in, then the keyboard, next the drums
All I got are these stupid songs
When the boba tastes like wasted days
I always come to these chords

[Chorus]
And I'm hoping my life means so much more (woah, more)
Than eleven papers on my floor (papers on my, papers on my floor)
I'm just where I was before so where's my finished product (where’s my finished product)
I’ll be honest (I'm just where I was before)
I am writing this on a new notes document (and I hope my life means so much more)
With a boba in my hand (twelve, untitled twelve)
Saying, "I’m still living, so's the band"
Untitled twelve, untitled twelve, untitled twelve, untitled twelve
Untitled twelve, untitled twelve, untitled twelve, untitled twelve
Untitled twelve, untitled twelve, untitled twelve

[Bridge]
And I'm cool with this one man band
But the truth is I really have no plan
And it's sad ’cause I thought I had this endless opportunity
I'm seventeen but it feels like an hour has gone by
Like this was supposed to be acoustic
But my time is running out and I feel like I gotta use it and
It's not fair, 'cause time's not fair (ahh)
But it's not like death cares so why should I care? (ahh)
The set is over, I got nine more songs to play
I'm getting older, I got so much more to say
In any case, it's a demo with no title
Are you happy death?
People are mammals
[Chorus]
And I'm hoping my life means so much more
Than eleven papers on my floor (ohh, ohh)
I'm just where I was before so where's my finished product (ohh, ah-oh, too, too, too)
I'll be honest
And I am writing this on a new notes document (ohh, ohh oh-oh)
With a boba in my hand
Saying, "I'm still living, so's the band"
Untitled twelve
Untitled twelve
Untitled twelve
Unfinished, unplanned