[Verse 1]
God bless the backwards parkers
For they know not what they do
They think they’re saving time but they’re blind-
It’s takin’ five fuckin’ minutes for this guy to park his white car

[Verse 2]
And now I’m late for our appointment
Betcha thought I wouldn’t be there anyway
So I’ll stay gridlocked up in this lot
While the guy in the white car takes his time

[Refrain]
Sincerely yours
I see it written in the stars
There’s a special place for stupid
(Wish there was a better place for scars)
Is this how we make dеcisions?
Relationships to politics
When our flawed cockpit logic

[Verse 3]
Can’t еven make sense of traffic
We love to spin our plates till they break
Now I know you don’t understand me-
I’m picking up the clues
I’m old news – rear view mirror
I see it all so clearly (yeah?)
But still you do not see me (uh-huh?)
[Verse 4]
God bless the boisterous laughers
For they know not what they do
They laugh and then look at you
Like you’re obliged to follow suit
How quickly things get uncomfortable
And I feel judged for being anti-social
When it really just wasn’t funny
I’m just tryna hear that Kid Cudi banger

[Refrain]
Sincerely yours
I see it written in the stars
There’s a special place for stupid
(wish there was a better place for scars)
Is this how we make decisions?
Relationships to politics
When our flawed cockpit logic…

[Bridge]
What do you want?
What do you need?
When you look at me?
I'd rather be a liar
Then sitting in a three
It's me and you
And just your stupid little mind
I'd rather be alone
Then with your little mind
'Cause shit is so depressing
I'm stressin'
I'm always dressing
Like a middle-aged teen
I'm just pretending
I'm trying my best
To fit in
To a world where nothing really seems
As fucked as I see it...
(yeah?)
Why are you smilin', I'm tryin'
And every time I say I'm cool
You know I'm just lyin'
I'd rather be cryin' or just driving
Whilst eating some minestrone
Macaroni
Just call, rise like a pony
So I'd rather stay at home
Be sexy and all alone
Knowing that on my own that nothing
Can get in the way, so I'll just say
I'm having a dry day, nothing to say
I'm having a dry day, so...
[Outro]
I’m neck deep trapped in this parking lot
Passion, pain, and demon slayin’
Got my anxiety, and Kid Cudi
Content to dream about a world where I’m seen

[Instrumental]
(Is this how we make decisions?)
(Relationships to politics)