[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's a shambles, it's a godawful mess
How the people in my life can live under such distress
I'm taking time off to try and relate
Gotta plan out my great life escape

[Chorus]
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We do things the best we can
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We write songs to make you feel bad

[Verse 2]
Border buddies, got your name on the door
Says a lot about you, makes you feel a little bit sore
It's not evil; it's kinda refreshing
Two warm bodies in a room awkwardly undressing

[Chorus]
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We do things the best we can
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We write songs to make you feel bad

[Verse 3]
I'm having [?] and I think I fucked my wrist
Before midday, we don't exist
I'm uncomfortable; the smoke smoke hurt my eyes
I'm sorry if I killed your vibe
[Chorus]
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We do things the best we can
And we're not happy, we're not sad
We write songs to make you feel bad

[Verse 4]
You're too young for commitment and a house and and the kids
I got my words all wrong; can I just start again?
It's not easy trying to write through the TV
Can you stay around? We'll clean up all this mess