[Intro]

(Eric, E-Eric, look at me)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)

[Verse 1]

If it were up to me, I would be a tree

Sit under the sun and smoke a blunt full of debris

I ain't got a job and I don't got no damn degree

But the time I spent is wise and hours split up into threes

So I'm hopin' that the work I put into this shit is worth it

I ain't got nobody in my tent up in this circus

Write another body, make the header have a purpose (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is— (Goofy, do you even use your head?)

[Verse 2]

If it were up to me, I would probably leave

Split the door in two so I can walk through it with easе

I ain't got no destination set inside of mе

By the time I hit the ground, I'll start to feel it in my knees

Stayed inside for twenty years and I can't tell you if it's worth it

Everyone acquainted, they just know me on the surface

Write another body, make the header have a purpose

Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless

[Chorus]

Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends

I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand

Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands

Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah (You can catch these fucking hands)

And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand

I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned

I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans

Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in Comic Sans

[Bridge]

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)

[Verse 3]

If it were up to me, I'd be shootin' threes

This would be a hobby and my shoe game would be sweet

I'd be 6'4" drivin' foreigns down the street

Maybe playin' for the Bulls against a team that I could beat

But I'm really not athletic, so I don't think it'd be worth it

I don't stand a chance, so I'ma stay inside, rehearsin'

Write another body, make the header have a purpose

Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is— (Dumb, it's just fuckin' dumb)

[Verse 4]

If it were up to me, I'd be more discreet

Wander in the dark until there's blisters on my feet

Tear off all my skin under the middle of the street lights

And crawl into a hobbit hole in midst of my defeat

Guess the corners of my eyes could probably tell you that it's worth it

It's head versus heart and my thoughts tend to make me nervous

Write another body, make the header have a purpose

Yeah, I like the title, but the shit you say is worthless

[Chorus]

Searchin' for acceptance in the ones I call my friends

I don't really talk, but I sure hope you understand

Everybody talkin' shit can catch these fucking hands

Catch these fucking hands, yeah, yeah, yeah (You can catch these fucking hands)

And lately, it's been harder for me, try to understand

I put myself in predicaments that I never had planned

I don't go outside, if I do, it's for groceries and fans

Any day now I could die, please etch my grave in Comic Sans

[Outro]

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da)

(La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da, da)