I'm just another 20 something loser
Who thinks he can make it big but just ends up another abuser
Cause I can't write songs without frying my brain with glycerin and cyanide
You wonder why I live this fucked up life
I'm just another 20 something fuck up that's loose in the world
Just a self-righteous attention whore
I'd rather die young than watch myself grow old
I'd sell my soul if it wasn't already sold
Take me back, take back your hands
Disaster strikes our best laid plans
My brain hangs on the edge of a knife
I'm the poster boy of this fucked up millennial life
I'm just another 20 something with no place to go
Just a strung out addict whose brain works too slow
Cause I don't want to live that white picket life
I'd live a lie just to stay high
My conscience is on sabbatical
The holes in my head will never be full
I'll pretend it's not the end
Take me back, turn back your hands
Cause disaster strikes our best laid plans
My brain hangs on the edge of a knife
I'm the poster boy of this fucked up millennial life
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