I am simply nothing but a work in progress.
Filling up my days with utter fucking nonsense.
Pacing round my room till’ my poor socks catch fire.
I am simply nothing but an empty promise.
Pacing out my pills is just part of the process.
Red light, green light, I live in yellow.
Can I get a little crescendo?
(Oh, it was right there)
But I’m a seven on a good day,
hoping for a nine.
Like the doctors office told me.
Take one of these and you’ll be fine enough to roll around, annoy the neighbors,
and be Tony Hawk’s Lexapro Skater.
I am simply nothing but a work in progress.
Loading bar is running until whoops, it resets.
Sorry for the tardiness even though I set the time.
(And I’m at the wrong restaurant, Jesus Christ.)
I am just Glenn Howerton but with no money.
Laughing at myself until the joke ain’t funny.
Checking every cushion in the couch for a spare quarter.
(And what do you know,
I found an old half-dollar. Do they even make those things anymore?
Do places even take it as legal currency? Oh sorry, chorus is back.)
But I’m a seven on a good day,
hoping for a nine.
Like the doctor's office told me.
Take one of these and you’ll be fine enough to roll around, annoy the neighbors,
and be Tony Hawk’s Lexapro Skater.
It’s never been so paralyzing,
the feeling of healing is twisted and vain.
And when the rope looks appetizing,
I need someone to get me outta my brain
Please someone help me get outta my brain.
Please someone help me get outta my brain.
Please someone help me get outta my brain.
Please someone help, someone help
Can someone help me, I’m a
But I’m a seven on a good day,
hoping for a nine.
Like the doctors office told me,
(I think I see the problem here.
I’m prescribing you 30mg of key change.)
Seven on a good day,
hoping for a nine.
Like the doctors office told me.
Take one of these and you’ll be fine enough to roll around, annoy the neighbors,
and be Tony Hawk’s Lexapro Skater.
