Pineapple Soda

My shoes are fallin' apart and they've got no sole no more
Talk about my lack of daring feats
Fits of depression and boredom meld together
While I think about you and I freak out

Tweaking out my passion to go out on the weekends
As if all of my passions weren't already weakened
My floor's more dirty, clothes and linoleum
You tell me get some rest, but sleep equals pandemonium

The room is spinning, and that's because
Well, I'm on an office chair and I'm pretty bored
My mind is racing, can you guess why?
'Cause I didn't know pineapple soda was a thing, yeah
It's pretty good, you wanna try?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I'm not alright-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-right
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I'm not alright-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-right

With people rushing picket signs, and it's a wonder you can find
The time to hate me when everyone already hates everybody else
And I'm not a moron, I got a clue
And I've also got this pineapple soda to share with-

I've worn the same shirt for the past three days
Of course you had to walk my way today
Opened your doorway to serenade, I didn't realize how strong you were
Until endorphins and dopamine all at the same pace
When you looked me in the eye, and slammed the door in my face

The world gets trippy when I don't have you
So how 'bout a pineapple soda for two?
No?
Understandable

I kinda hate the universe a lot
But I dig you a little bit, girl, no lie
And I won't be the only fucker hating on life
If you grew a pair and say goodbye

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I'm not alright-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-right
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I'm
I'm not alright-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-right

With people rushing picket signs, and it's a wonder you can find
The time to hate me when everyone already hates everybody else
And I'm not a moron, I got a clue
And I've also got this pineapple soda to share with
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Yeah, and the trumpets go, yeah

Ah, fuck