Futile

They put you on the front line They wrapped you in the coat They cut you like a first born And spilt you on the floor 'Cause everybody fakes it 'Til year twenty-four You're choking on the sidelines now You're reaching thirty-four But everybody wants to know Where you'll go with a Saturn soul I should know But still, you can't seem to fit a mold (oh) Oh, who cares anymore? (Oh) I don't I tried my best to reach you (I know) The ether was on hold The internet is broken (I know) It's a drug, for all we know You found a line you want With less remorse But now everybody's faking it Pretending they belong Still, everybody wants to know Where you'll go with a Saturn soul I should know But still, you can't seem to fit a mold I should know Where you'll go with a Saturn soul I should know But still, we can't seem to fit a mold Oh, who cares anymore? (Oh) I don't They put you on the front line They wrapped you in the coat They cut you like a first born And spilt you on the floor 'Cause everybody fakes it 'Til year twenty-four You're choking on the sidelines now You're reaching thirty-four Yeah, everybody wants to know