Profiteering

Everything's fucked
Everything's fine
Everyone sucks
Everyone's lying
The converts are the most devout
They don't always know what they're talking about
I remember sitcom end scene, door closed lovers
I remember soft fade-outs on clean white covers

And you don't wanna talk about it?
You don't want to talk about it
(You don't want to talk about it)
You don't want to talk about it
(You don't want to talk about it)
You don't want to talk about it

Everyone cares
Everyone sing
Everyone here's
Profiteering
Some things feel worse, some things still sting
Progress will hurt, we're progressing
Be a good man, among poorly raised man
Don't know how I can be vulnerable again

And you don't want to talk about it?
You don't want to talk about it (everyone cares)
You don't want to talk about it (everyone sings)
You don't want to talk about it (everyone here's)
You don't want to talk about it (profiteering)
You don't want to talk about it

Lip service paid to my mental state
Means nothing to say, it was always ending this way
I know I'm not real and I'm just a cartoon
But you don't know how it feels to be escaping you
And everything's fucked and nothing is fine
And everyone sucks and everyone's lying
And we're all still broke but we're gonna be fine
I'm finding my hope but these things take time

I'm finding my hope but these things take time
I'm finding my hope but these things take time