I've got 600 unread messages
Voice mailbox filling up to the brim
Either i'm overwhelmed or i'm a piece of shit
Don't know how everyone else can deal with it
I'm not cool, i'm not famous enough
But my contacts list is gonna swallow me up
So i'm hiding in the bathroom eating my lunch
Avoiding anyone
Cause everything's way too loud
Could somebody turn it down
Someway somehow
Need to get out
Trying so hard
To keep my two
Feet on the ground
Everything's way too loud
These days i can't even, turn on the news
Don't need to hear a hundred more, reasons we're doomed
Mom and dad say that's a, convenient excuse
But they're american made and they were born to consume
I'm not stupid but i sometimes wish
I was ignorant enough to find my bliss
I'm still hiding in the bathroom not taking a shit
I'm so over it