NPR
Stuck to these dumb useless things
That don't ever do much for me
I guess anything's better than
Hating my life to the fullest extent
I'd say I'm somewhere in the middle
A 10-minute match where I die and come back
Seems like I'm just wasting time
I can do what I want, or that's what I thought
I need it to stop just
Turn it off, turn it off
So bored of all the small talk
Getting sick of all the people at my job
Grinding away 8 hours a day
I wanna turn off when I walk away
They're talking to me like they got quotas to meet
I don't need to know a hundred things about Drew Brees
God
Please
I don't care about fantasy football
I only listen to NPR on the radio
It's just bummer after bummer
I swear that it's fine
I need this taste of normalcy
Instead of overcomplicating
Breaking down by the hour
I can't waste all my time
Trying to make some sense of anything
Don't always have the energy
Burnt out on sitting around
Letting my life
Play itself out
I'm treading the line on a
Total collapse where I'll never come back
Times running out slipping through my fingers
They're busy switching the knob
To soft indie rock
They still wanna talk
For once in your life
Do me a favor
Shut the fuck up
I don't care about fantasy football
I only listen to NPR on the radio
It's just bummer after bummer
I swear that it's fine
I need this taste of normalcy
Instead of overcomplicating
Breaking down by the hour
I can't waste all my time
Trying to make some sense of anything
Don't always have the energy
That don't ever do much for me
I guess anything's better than
Hating my life to the fullest extent
I'd say I'm somewhere in the middle
A 10-minute match where I die and come back
Seems like I'm just wasting time
I can do what I want, or that's what I thought
I need it to stop just
Turn it off, turn it off
So bored of all the small talk
Getting sick of all the people at my job
Grinding away 8 hours a day
I wanna turn off when I walk away
They're talking to me like they got quotas to meet
I don't need to know a hundred things about Drew Brees
God
Please
I don't care about fantasy football
I only listen to NPR on the radio
It's just bummer after bummer
I swear that it's fine
I need this taste of normalcy
Instead of overcomplicating
Breaking down by the hour
I can't waste all my time
Trying to make some sense of anything
Don't always have the energy
Burnt out on sitting around
Letting my life
Play itself out
I'm treading the line on a
Total collapse where I'll never come back
Times running out slipping through my fingers
They're busy switching the knob
To soft indie rock
They still wanna talk
For once in your life
Do me a favor
Shut the fuck up
I don't care about fantasy football
I only listen to NPR on the radio
It's just bummer after bummer
I swear that it's fine
I need this taste of normalcy
Instead of overcomplicating
Breaking down by the hour
I can't waste all my time
Trying to make some sense of anything
Don't always have the energy
Credits
Writer(s): Chris J Merisalo, Michael Lee Ingle, Donald S Warren
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