Nowadays, I don’t really go outside
I don’t even like the way I look, let alone the way I feel behind
And I should probably take my medication
‘Cause it’s been days, but I’ve been busy getting high
And my doctor said, “You’ll get sick again, you can’t mix these meds with white lines”
And am I happy?
Truth is, I don’t really know what that means anymore
All I know is that I’d like to be, and someday I might get there
In the meantime, I’ll cry to Radiohead hoping my ex still cares, but
That’s unlikely, he’s probably having great sex
With that girl I knew was an idiot, the one with the bleached blonde hair
And I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself if I go ruin everything
That I’d like to be, and someday I might get there
But in the meantime, who fucking cares?
Nowadays, it’s hard to feel alive
When the only way I want to live is to try and slowly die
And I should probably find a new explanation
‘Cause it’s been days, and I’m running out of lies
My heart, it aches, but as it starts to race, I can feel a taste of what it’s like
To be happy
When truth is I don’t really know what that means anymore
But all I know is that I’d like to be, and someday I might get there
But in the meantime, I’ll cry to Radiohead hoping my ex still cares, but
That’s unlikely, he’s definitely having great sex
With that girl I knew was an idiot, the one with the bleached blonde hair
And I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself if I go ruin everything
That I’d like to be, and someday I might get there
But in the meantime, who fucking cares?
Who fucking cares?
Who fucking cares?
Who fucking cares?
‘Cause it’s definitely not me