I listened to Pump Fake 3000 times
And thought about my friends for generations
Sitting home alone
After a fucking shitty show
Where no one showed up like they said they would

And now we're grown ups
Fucking grown ups
Where the bummed out swan songs are wasted on closed ears
And now we're grown ups
Fucking grown ups
Where the bummed out swan songs are wasted on deaf ears

2 ,3, 4

Fuck this
Fuck everything
No one even cares
Oh how I wish that they would care
I hope that I die
So some people might
Listen to the songs I write or wrote
I hope that I die
I hope that I die

The best lines I ever wrote
I'm not worthy to
Pronounce your
Syllables
Syllables
Syllables
Syllables
Now we're awake 'n' staring at the ceiling
I know it's hard
When you're young and feel as if the world is closing in around you
Now we're awake in different buildings
And on different sides of town
You know I think about you much more than you think about me
About me
About me

Why can't I be Snowing
Why can't you fucking love me
Why can't I be Snowing
Why won't you fucking love me

Cause I love you
But I guess I'm a shitty person
I love you, yes, I love you
But you don't wanna know
No, you don't wanna know