Like Netflix, But for Having a Good Time
Like Netflix, but for having a good time
That's a promise they won't fault on
So let the music play, this could really be
Anybody's night
Disappear, in the corner by the TV
Can't believe they dragged you here
Have another drink, keep your cool
And hold on tight
Did you come to make a friend?
Will you stay to watch the end of the world?
Are you living at all?
Or is it cozier in the ball you've curled into?
If it's all the same to you
Another hour comes and goes
Another fool is on the jukebox
What are you doin' here?
Hope you're not too much
Of a sorry sight
Feeling happy to be sad
Don't you feel like you've been had, a little bit?
Your impending sense of doom
Should be in another room
Shouldn't it be gone
Like the high-horse you rode in on
You wanna go away
You've had enough of nothin'
Mister "Catcher in the Rye"
Mister "cork-lamp room"
Mister "Infinite Jest"
Mister "Jim Morrison died too soon"
To meet you
If opinion holds
I'd say you'll come to nothing
Your talk is cheap
But you're proud of it
Mister "Cold War"
Mister "beat-up shoes"
Mister "American spirit"
Mister "Jim Morrison died too soon"
To meet you
Mister "people are strange
When you're a stranger"
Back it up kid
You're not some lone ranger
Got time on your side
And a pocket of change
Mister disposable
You're the one acting strange
Guess what
It all comes down
To nothing
To nothing
To nothing
To nothing
That's a promise they won't fault on
So let the music play, this could really be
Anybody's night
Disappear, in the corner by the TV
Can't believe they dragged you here
Have another drink, keep your cool
And hold on tight
Did you come to make a friend?
Will you stay to watch the end of the world?
Are you living at all?
Or is it cozier in the ball you've curled into?
If it's all the same to you
Another hour comes and goes
Another fool is on the jukebox
What are you doin' here?
Hope you're not too much
Of a sorry sight
Feeling happy to be sad
Don't you feel like you've been had, a little bit?
Your impending sense of doom
Should be in another room
Shouldn't it be gone
Like the high-horse you rode in on
You wanna go away
You've had enough of nothin'
Mister "Catcher in the Rye"
Mister "cork-lamp room"
Mister "Infinite Jest"
Mister "Jim Morrison died too soon"
To meet you
If opinion holds
I'd say you'll come to nothing
Your talk is cheap
But you're proud of it
Mister "Cold War"
Mister "beat-up shoes"
Mister "American spirit"
Mister "Jim Morrison died too soon"
To meet you
Mister "people are strange
When you're a stranger"
Back it up kid
You're not some lone ranger
Got time on your side
And a pocket of change
Mister disposable
You're the one acting strange
Guess what
It all comes down
To nothing
To nothing
To nothing
To nothing
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Writer(s): Austin Weber
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