Stole a pill from your dads' room
Hundred dollar bill, girlfriends' perfume
Can't breathe the way you used to
New name debuted
You're a little bit fucked
It's all a little bit
High expectations and easy to quit
Turns out we're a little bit
Little more than little disappointments
They call us the losers, oh we know it
Original composers, they won't get it
Words are spilled
We think nothing's real
It's all a dream like paranoid until
No one's there
Careless on the couch
I'll try and figure it out
You say it doesn't matter
And I matter more
You ask me "are you sure?
Past this wall's the front door
So can you figure it out
You're a little bit fucked"
It's all a little bit
High expectations and easy to quit
Turns out we're a little bit
Little more than little disappointments
They call us the losers, oh we know it
Original composers, they won't get it
Words are spilled
We think nothing's real
It's all a dream like paranoid until
No one's there
No one's there
No one