The world starts to feel small When your only view of the city is Your bedroom walls Oh, my friends They don't care when I slip into self despair So I'll cry myself to sleep For the third goddamn time this week Hoping that one day I'll learn to love this place It's just most days, I feel so fucking stupid Won't get out of bed, wishing I was dead Would it matter if I disappeared? Just evaporated into the atmosphere? Would you cry? I probably wouldn't The air I take could stop being wasted On these fickle thoughts, complex daydreams My constant wondering Of the meaning of all of this, of everything Maybe I'll finally accept The answer's nothing I'm probably just being pessimistic Letting myself get carried away