[Verse 1]

Engines ready

Just turned twenty

Carve my life with my own hands

And that got messy

That was fun, that was steady

I was young, and now it's heavy

Good for nothin', twenty-somethin'

Pull your feet up, be a husband

Not just yet, though, you're not ready

Get a car, and get it runnin'

Run the red light, take the sharp right

Now you've crashed into the headline

I'm mr. fucking overdrive

[Chorus]

And I'm, so sorry, I'm just not quite there

And next week is another fucking jump scare

And I'm glad, after I die

I won't be there to watch you lie

[Verse 2]

Fuck it, that's the bucket

Full of shit you didn't do

Thirty-somеthing is the beat-down car

That runs on nightmare fuеl

But you don't see that, you're not sleeping

Broke your pattern just this weekend

Chunks of me in every bar

Now I can't pull myself together

Rather, I'll just drag you down as soon as you start feeling better

Does that mean that you can call me mr. fucking trendsetter?

[Chorus]

So sorry, I'm just not quite there

And next week is another fucking jump scare

And I'm glad, after I die

I won't be there to watch you—

[Bridge]

Catch depression, it's a boomerang

But it tells you it's a frisbee

Rather tells you it's that short-term, no-ties, toxic solidarity

Do you lie about your love affair?

Swear you got it all in control

Enough to be so self-aware

To never need get diagnosed, for twenty years

The system's done investments

And now you've passed the contract term

And they're knocking for collection

Done the brainwash, cleaned you all

Now it's your

Watch it go get fucked

Tell the kids that they should focus

Life will hit like them like it's done for you

[Chorus]

And I'm, so sorry, I'm just not quite there

And next week is another fucking jump scare

And I'm glad, after I die

I won't be there to watch you lie

And I'm, so sorry, I'm just not quite there

And next week is another fucking jump scare

And I'm glad, after I die

I won't be there to watch you lie