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