Growing Up On The Internet
Noahfinnce
3:20I'll take the weekend off, try not to pop my clogs Rot in my bed and do it over again Gave up on playing God, what I was thinking of Neglect myself, focus on fixing my friends I'm busy freaking out to beat to turn it round I tell myself I'll work it out in the end The mask is falling down, my eyes are heavy now New year, new me won't cut, but we can pretend I'm holding on But this place is too loud We'll all get together and disappoint them anyway I'll be the same, we'll all be the same We're all spinning plates, we'll crash and then we'll medicate It's not the same, but we're all the same I'll fry my hair to shit, and you forgot to tie your shoes I don't mean to offend, just picking up on context clues I saw you drifting off to space, sometimes I do that too I dig your vacant face, l'd like to waste my time with you I'm holding on But this place is too loud We'll all get together and disappoint them anyway I'll be the same, we'll all be the same We're all spinning plates, we'll crash and then we'll medicate It's not the same, but we're all the same Fuck this disorder, tormented torture This time I'm seeking more than a weekend Another day, another overdue diagnosis Another pill, another bill wasted on self hypnosis Fuck this disorder, fuck this disorder We'll all get together and disappoint them anyway I'll be the same, we'll all be the same We're all spinning plates, we'll crash and then we'll medicate It's not the same, but we're all the same