Everybody shut the f*ck up for once
I'm trying to make out the words that are coming out
Of your mouth
But I can't make it out
Oh my God it's here and I'm not ready for it
Seven f*cking months lead up to this
Saying something beautiful to take it back
A minute passed and I'm still here
Oh my god it's here and I'm not ready for it
I'm shitfaced on a roof in Philadelphia like
(Make like mice and run away)
It seems like the world is f*cking ending
Make like mice run to the end of the world
Make like mice run to the end of the world
Make like mice run to the end of the world
As you know
Gargling another secret language; wax poetics
It starts to mean nothing
Oh my god it's here and I'm not ready for it feels
Like the entire world is ending
Right now