A lot to do
Just a bit of time
It's hard to be real
Hard to be real
If this is what it's like
When this is what I'm like
And if I'm honest
It's just a trend
Perpetual ease
Is keeping me mad
I can't seem to give
And I can't seem to make
Enough time
So nothing gets done
When it's all hypothetical
I think I'm immortal
I can't seem to give
And I can't seem to make
Enough time
So nothing gets done
When it's all hypothetical
I think I'm immortal
The few things that matter
Are keeping me real
As I miss out
My body's right here
But where is my head
Yeah, there goes my mind
I can't seem to give
And I can't seem to make
Enough time
So nothing gets done
When it's all hypothetical
I think I'm immortal
What is my routine
It's just on to the next thing
Like what do I have planned
Like there'll be a next thing
What is my routine
It's just on to the next thing
Like what do I have planned
Like there'll be a next thing
Like there'll be a next thing
There'll be a next thing
I can't seem to give
And I can't seem to make
Enough time
So nothing gets done
Nothing gets done
Nothing gets done
Nothing gets done
When it's all hypothetical
All hypothetical
When it's all hypothetical
I think I'm immortal