Toothpaste for breakfast
And I'll check to see we’re all alive
Maybe if I worry about the right things, mum
I'd be a better use of time
I've been known to shoot the messenger before
I’ve been known to whine
Whoa
Don't think that it was your fault, of course
But I still don't think that it was mine

So I hope you keep him busy
And you still got time for life
I'm on the way to destruction over here
But you know what that's like, right?
Some cunt with a blue tick said that I'll understand it when I get mine
Whoa
If you believe the same thing for enough time
It'll start to turn real in your mind

I saw your name in the paper
I always knew I would
I've been swiping left and right all day
And I still don’t feel any good
Well, you were getting patient for a minute
That was a really good try
Whoa
You say that leaving and sighing are for quitters
But when we both leave, it’s a tie