I was running in circles
I thought there was a finish line
I got tired of running
Where's my consolation prize?
I don't think you're really broken
I just kinda think you're fucked
If you wanna start over baby
I wish you the best of luck
There's still so much left to do
There's still so much left to do
They're still sold out of the soup we used to buy
Stare down the blank space in the aisle
That's been there since last July
There's still so much left to do
There's still so much left to do
Locked eyes with the stranger
Who still makes my blood run cold
When did you get so small?
Uncanny same as it ever was
I don't think I'm really broken
I just kinda think I'm fucked
If you wanna start over baby
I wish you the best of luck
There's still so much left to do
There's still so much left to do
