Pop music's gotten so sad these last 10 years
Those Swedish ghostwriters
Are trying to say there's something wrong
We dance to the hollow beat of 2:00 AM
You, me look through the window
Eagles drop trash on our neighborhood
What's left to do at the end of history?
Wander through off-white Target
Or overdose on video games
So bored we wish for the world to end
You turn away from me
I squint into the sun
There's just some things I'm built for
This world's not one
Mmm mm mm
Sorry bro, I have to go
I'd love to hang
But I don't know how
I'm sorry, my dude
Didn't mean to kill the vibe
I guess I will get going
I'll think less next time