Put your index finger in your mouth
And scratch your cheek real slow
And drink it, so there's no more
Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
I wanna scream, I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
It's lukewarm, it's stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed
I couldn't pass the Turing test
If I had the answer sheet
I wanna leave everyone who loves me
'Cause I'm so bland, and they're so sweet
The news used to make me cry every time
I'd rather cry than cum tonight
Can't even give a fuck in my dreams, oh
