Hilltops covered in smog And I can't breathe for what's felt like weeks Held together with duct tape, but I'm soggy like paper mache, and I smile and say that I know everything's okay I can't shake this feeling like I'm gonna die today It's another day where I hate everything My arm gets sunburned sticking out of my window on the five Praying for the two week winter Or an earthquake to devour us all whole But what do I know? 'Cause I'm sick of staying up 'til 4 a.m. and thinking every siren's Heading straight into my living room when I'm getting high with Justin I hate the way I live indoors, I Hate that no one listens I hate the way that I don't care, but I hate everything It's a bright day It's such a bright day