I don't know what to do with my hands when I sing

But now the question's moot and I can't help but think

Now that everyone's sick, it's kinda weird to claim

That everything is fine, you're living in denial

Deny your demons, they'll end up coming back for you

We live in hell so when we die, it's with nothing to lose

But when we're gone, I truly hope the memories make you smile

We spend our lives trying to please and end up disappointing you

I don't know what to do, it's pretty clear I should

Do something for someone, do everything I can

I feel so full of shame when I'm just standing still

Wasting all these days, lost in apathy

My own worst enemy is the person that I could be

We live in hell so when we die, it's with nothing to lose

But when we're gone, I truly hope the memories make you smile

We spend our lives trying to please and end up disappointing you