[Verse 1]
Tripping over bottles filled with gold flake paint
I feel bad, at least I still feel sane
Guess my bright paint is starting to crack
Please stop laughing I want to go home

[Verse 2]
Seeing videos you took sent to my phone
Now what's that supposed to make me feel?
So I sit here thinking feeling insecure
Mocking court jester can't find a cure

[Chorus 1]
Hope you'll better soon
This ailment has been killing you
Summer's way too soon
I hope I'll get out of my room

[Verse 3]
Potholes on this old suburban road
Every year they try to patch them up
Eroded by rolling steel boxes
Keeps us coming back to fill those in

[Chorus 2]
Hope you'll better soon
This ailment has been killing you
Hopе I'll change someday
I thought I was content with mе

[Chorus 3]
Hope I'll better soon
I'm never coming out my room
The door is open
Though I know you won't come by no more