Great Americans

歌詞

Wake up, burnt out Start the day in flames Is it because I didn't text you back? Back Cat brain, meow, meow Keeps sending me mixed signals (Meow, meow, meow meow) It's like I haven't learned a thing Stressed out, burnt out I'm moving way too fast I need to reel it in, I just might bust my ass I might hurt myself Don't know much, everything I do is a learned behaviour A true "Truman Show", a true "Truman Show" Midday, still weird I'm probably overthinking Yes, I saw you called, I'm still not calling back 'Cause I'm overwhelmed Dear Lord, send help I'm talking to my cats (Meow) I keep vacuuming and nothing's getting clean 'Cause I'm overwhelmed One thing's for sure You're gonna find a way to leave But before you go, please return my clothes You can't have my coat Don't know much, everything I do is a learned behaviour I keep fucking up, but I land on my feet It's dark, I'm lost Walking 'round in circles Ah, I didn't complete a thing (Shit) I missed my chance Don't know much, everything I do is an S.O.S Something's clearly off, I'm undiagnosed (Shit)