I don't feel like doing shit tonight I think I'm gonna kick it with my cats this time Ignore texts and calls from everybody I know Then wonder why my friends think I'm an asshole But it really doesn't bother me as much as it should Like every sentence that I'm speaking is somehow misunderstood I'll continue living every single day on repeat Like some shitty reruns on a broken TV We spend weekends burning holes into our weakened lungs Writing secrets on the paper bathing on our tongues Directionless as fuck and that's a-ok I don't know how to use a compass anyway It's been 20 years, I still don't know what to do And the universe still doesn't give a shit about you We spend weekends burning holes into our weakened lungs Writing secrets on the paper bathing on our tongues You can't pretend, that you're fine with Everything the way it is You're bored, and it feels monotonous Directionless as fuck and that's a-ok I don't know how to use a compass anyway It's been 20 years, I still don't know what to say So here's a thumbs up emoji, sorry that I'm so lame