Cosmic Sans - Cosmic Sans

I'm Fine, Thanks for Asking

Ready for the world to end
I am burning out my youth
I'm a creep, I'm a cretin like a dog in heat
My brain doesn't get much use

Packed in these transparent homes
We're running out of stones
Another ruminant vagrant lost in the unknown

So put off by the way we sell ourselves
I'm fed up, I don't need your goddamn help

A stellar collapse, no way we'll get back
I'll leave here on my own
Another letter stamped irrelevant
Stapled right to my door

Packed in these transparent homes
We're running out of stones
Another ruminant vagrant doomed to self destruct

So put off by the way we sell ourselves
I'm fed up, I don't need your goddamn help
And by the way
It's the end of days

When did I become so useless
Why does everything feel so far out of reach?

So put off by the way we sell ourselves
I'm fed up, I don't need your goddamn help

So put off by the way we sell ourselves
I'm fed up, I don't need your goddamn help

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Writer(s): Jeremy Johnson
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