[Verse 1]

When you’ve fixed up your basement maybe someday I’ll come over

I’m not sure what I’m sure of, but you say we’re getting older

And things that were never real can not be ghosts

[Chorus]

So i wrote these chords out on the back of a therapy worksheet

I know it’s better now but I hope it’s not the ceiling

Humming melodies I haven’t heard in years

I found an old song whose only line was fuck this feeling

[Verse 2]

Watched horror on my own again and now I’ll never sleep

Spent all night with my phonе light trained on all the uselеss shit I keep

And wishing that I still believed in god

[Chorus]

You were right that it gets better but I hate all the change

I know it’s good for now but I hope it’s not the ceiling

Still humming melodies I haven’t heard in years

I found an old song whose only line was fuck this feeling

[Outro]

My ceiling’s someone else’s floor

Last night I heard him call his wife a whore