[Chorus]

Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up

Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up

He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta

I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of

Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up

Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up

He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta

I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of

[Verse]

What I'm falling short of, faded, kinda sorta

Whiskey on my breath and Paramore on the Pandora

I can never think straight, hit with paranoia

Open Photoshop, I'm color correcting my aura

Set up on the East Coast, mind in California

I got lots of issues, yeah, I prolly should've warned ya

I don't ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora

I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora

They said that I could be anything that I want

So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck

Inside my head and I've been pacing, thinking just way too much

But I comply, don't even try, too busy gettin' fucked up

All together now

[Chorus]

Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up

Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up

He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta

I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of

Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up

Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up

He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta

I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of

[Outro]

Hit the floor

Drink some more

Life's a bore

Do your chores

What I'm falling short of (Hit the floor, drink some more)

Yeah, yeah

It's what I'm falling short of (Life's a bore, do your chores)

What I'm falling short of