Millennial

And I thought that I could have it It'd be easy, never happened Now it's tragic on a mattress And they're laughing about that Call it magic in a casket Couldn't hack it Now the devil's giving me a good get-back Probably making Jesus mad That's my bad I'm never getting it back Goes on and on and on I wonder if I were successful, would my friends call me more? You know you're not doing your best when eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I'm talking to God Another pathetic millennial been slipping up Now we're lying in our pink bed Watching Pixar and the guy is dead And I'm losing it to flashbacks on the screen Missing Avril, need an Advil Empty-headed space cadet'ed Watching stars move on the ceiling Feeling foolish trying to pray Oh, my god No one's hitting me back Goes on and on and on I wonder if I were successful Would my friends call me more? You know you're not doing your best When eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I'm talking to God Another pathetic millennial been slipping up Comb, lip gloss, phone, whatever put it in a ziplock bag forever Bail, sleep, repeat Whatever banking on the worst doesn't make it any better All I wanted was to want it Never have it Now I'm slipping up my words Couldn't hack it And they're laughing about that I wonder if I were successful Would my friends call me more? You know you're not doing your best When eating food feels like a chore Typing into my URL bar as if I'm talking to God Another pathetic millennial been slipping up Hello, I'm Raffaella Why are you clapping? Tell me please By the way, love you