Texty
These little chores are collecting dust
The back burners full and no one turned the heat off
The smoke alarms been ringing for days
All the dishes are piling
I don't even care
This house could be on fire
The smoke alarm still ringing
I don't wanna wait til the end of time
Soon we're all just gonna die
And all I've got to show is this unfinished list
That no one really gives a shit about
Slap my wrist I forgot again
About everything
Your barking cannot cure it
I'll tune it out I swear I won't hear it
When will start giving up on me
And my apathy addiction
My self-induced destruction, they said
Shit show would be calling it nice at this point
Your ambitions are too far gone
All I dream of is a life where you remember
To give a shit
About something than yourself
I don't wanna wait til the end of time
Soon we're all just gonna die
All I've got to show is this unfinished list, all my regrets I'll never cross
off, they said
Shit show would be calling it nice at this point
Your ambitions are too far gone
All I dream of is a life where you remember
To decompress
Tear up the list and take a breath
