Everybody shut the fuck up for once
I’m trying to make out the words that are coming out of your mouth
But I can’t make it out
Oh my God
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
Seven fucking months lead up to this
Saying something beautiful
To take it back;
A minute passed
And I'm still here
Oh my god
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
I’m shitfaced on a roof in Philadelphia like...
It seems like the entire world is fucking ending
Make like mice run to the end of the world
Gargling another secret language; wax poetics
It starts to mean nothing
Oh my god
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
It feels like the entire world is ending
Right now