I was making mad moves in the ocean

But now the only thing I move is a goalpost

I was happy as a kid

Grew up, now I'm living midlife

With a crisis on my own road

No hair, no friends

No money to spend

I'm a grumpy young man with an old soul

I try to find a way to pretend

But I couldn't find one with a post code

Oh no, I've got bad news

I've been standing like stone on a statue

Stonehenge take place on my head

My neck aches bad and my back is bent

Ha

I thought I was a thinker

But my mind plays games like it's really just a jester

I could really use a hand or a gesture

Be kind to a statue, singing like

When all the statues rise

And the buildings fall

Will there be anything left for me at all?

Will I have left an indentation

On a person's heart?

Or will my tragedy end before it even starts?

When I return to dust

And all the feelings fade

Will you have gotten entertainment from my darkest days?

I won't be welcomed with applause

I'll always be alone

I'll be in line with the statues

In the freezing cold

(Will there be anything left for me?)

Cold

(Will there be anything left for me?)

Ha, ha

You forgot that I could do it

I think I'm 'boutta lose it

Yo, yo, yo

I've been making bad moves for a minute

I've been trying to get the green, all the spinach

Everybody think the squid living but I'm livid

Living like Larry?

Nah, I'm living like a villain

Work with a pot of greed

Who would sign and deliver my soul

For a sliver

Yu-Gi-Oh no

Guess it wasn't in the cards for the squid to be a winner

If this is all a game, then I fold

If the game is for the young, then I'm old

Been mining up bronze

I want gold

I've been trying to find it in my soul

But I'm soulless

No rizz, ghost

On my own wrist

Never been a watch

Just a glowstick

Anxiety

But I hate the song, Doechii

Didn't know that?

Then I guess you don't know me

Oh no, I've got bad news

I treat myself so crap

Like a bird to a statue

Back hurts so much I can't back myself

I'd say that mine broke, but I guess it got bent

I thought I was a winner

But life loves to leave you living in the bleak

Taking L after L after L

You would think I'm letting out that victory screech

When all the statues rise

And the buildings fall

Will there be anything left for me at all?

Will I have left an indentation

On a person's heart?

Or will my tragedy end before it even starts?

When I return to dust

And all the feelings fade

Will you have gotten entertainment from my darkest days?

I won't be welcomed with applause

I'll always be alone

I'll be in line with the statues

In the freezing cold

I know I said in the past it wouldn't bother me then

But now I'm feeling the cold spike

The drop from my head to my toes

To my skin when it crawls

Like a creature who calls me

To give up on it all

Your dreams, my nightmares

They're all that I see

I was fighting for years

To see if I could believe

In a dream, in the music

The songs on the shelf

In a miracle, God, make me believe in myself

When all the statues rise

I guess I'll close my eyes

I guess I'll make like a falsehood

And here I will lie

The place where dreams go to die

The place where they die

And here I will lie