This is getting kinda weird
Been hyped all day on the world's smallest cup of coffee
And there's nobody here
I will take my clothes off
There will be no one to find this shocking
Talking about how it's so wrong
To make fun of the (beep)
And whine like you're a teenager
And use all those curse words in your songs
Sorry, mom
I cut my bangs so I could see
So I could get some work done
But I couldn't get them even
And so I just kept on cutting
Now they're gone
And everybody's nice to me
Most of the time
Or maybe they just tolerate
My pictures on the internet
Participate in simulations
Evaporate the second that I'm gone
Is it so wrong
To stay inside
Stare at the phone
Just want to hide
Well I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
No I don't know you
Hey its me
Just calling to see how you're doing
I miss you... haven't talked to you in a while
So give me a call back whenever you get a chance
I hope you're doing good
Is it so wrong
To stay inside
Stare at our touch screens
Until we die
We are alone
And that's alright
She pulls this crap
Like every night
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
No I don't know you