I'm on a come down, been six months
One foot out the window five floors up
Dad sent me his love and a new cheap rug
Soaked up the walls that echo too much
Give me a sign or an apocalypse now
I'll hate tomorrow but I'll stick around
Cause I've got a fear of missing out
I wish the world was ending
To give me something to do
To give an excuse
So I could start brand new
Fix up sharp and catch a break
I swore I'd rule the world some day
Instead I'm getting tired of playing the game
Cutting circles in the carpets in a figure of eight
Give me a good survival story
The same four walls are getting boring
Yeah, I've still got a fear of missing out
I wish the world was ending
To give me something to do
To give an excuse
So I could start brand new
I wish the world was ending
So I'd have nothing to prove I could just pass through
To give me an excuse
Such sensitive things levitating
Such sensitive beings
Pull me up I'm tired of waiting
Such sensitive things levitating
Such sensitive beings
Pull me up I'm tired of waiting
I wish the world was ending
To give me something to do
To give an excuse
So I could start brand new
I wish the world was"