This is what it feels like to be

Kinda almost halfway to thirty-five

Catching rides from friends in the backseat

Writing songs on a napkin about a girl I won’t meet

I can’t find love

So I watch the news

Turns out I’m going to hell

In my little red shoes

And I make time

To keep up with you

Yes I do

Yes I do

I don’t have an answer

Can I get back to you in a week when I can stand it cause

(Fuck) Kids are getting cancer

And the world is all fucked up

And we’re all shit out of luck

Oh I can’t find love

So I’ll watch the news

And it just makes me feel bad

What is there to lose

I’ve got a bunch of dumb problems

And no way to solve em

Oooo

Oooo