Everybody shut the fuck up for once I'm trying to make out the words that are coming out Of your mouth But I can't make it out Oh my God it's here and I'm not ready for it Seven fucking months lead up to this Saying something beautiful to take it back A minute passed and I'm still here Oh my god it's here and I'm not ready for it I'm shitfaced on a roof in Philadelphia like (Make like mice and run away) It seems like the world is fucking ending Make like mice run to the end of the world Make like mice run to the end of the world Make like mice run to the end of the world As you know Gargling another secret language; wax poetics It starts to mean nothing Oh my god it's here and I'm not ready for it feels Like the entire world is ending Right now