Use the Birth for All It's Worth
Do you ever wonder if there is a God?
Because if there was
I think he probably would've stopped the bully cutting off my bike lock
Back in, like, the fifth grade
Or maybe stop a sweatshop where all this Apple shit's made
Maybe take a break from social media
Maybe we can read encyclopedias
To understand each other's perspective, 'cause I believe in God
But, I know it's really odd that everybody seems to be suffering, yeah
I just fantasize about some answers
Then, I pray for no more calls from mom
Tellin' me another family member's dyin' from cancer
You can keep that
But a joint will keep it together, it's like a kneecap
I remember, high school, I auditioned for the play
Then, there was a kid at my lunch table
I won't name names, but you'll know in the end
Then, he called me a faggot
I really thought we were friends, weren't we?
Brain chemistry, a little thrown off
So, I tried the Prozac
Two-faced, like the kids who used to always tell me that my shit was so wack
Now they tryna talk and conversate, like
Like, maybe, "Hey man, how's it been?"
Um, shit has been decent, and then I made some new friends
Shouts out to the 102 BOYZ for always keepin' it real
Weight keeps on droppin', the doctor said stop skippin' meals
Wavehouse would've never got me a deal, okay
Tweakin' 'bout the music shit, me and Ben would take turns
Never knew a genius 'til I conversate with Claire Ernst
Financial Aid is tryna fuck with my family
You fuckin' suits have never even met my mom or my dad
Then there was this kid, I think he used me for a feature
To skip runnin' the mile, I used to hide behind the bleachers
Listeners DM me sayin', "I don't know what to do with life"
I don't reply because I don't know either, I'm out
Childhood is fadin' away, like some elderly glitter
That's why I cried so much when I heard about the death of Mac Miller
I got a painting from my ex-girlfriend on my birthday
Workin' at the pool, but I'm the one who leave the first day
If you're wonderin', I never got my bike lock
Durin' the apocalypse, it's "Wavy Dave," we'll tie the knot
So I had to walk home, but it's really fine with me
'Cause I picked the route with all the prettiest trees, okay
I apologize for being so selfish, on occasion that it's me
Without my drama teacher, I don't know where I'd fucking be
Because it is the human way to feel invalid and lonely
I've been a shitty friend I'm sorry, Liz, and I'm sorry, Joey
Social paranoia, punishment worthy of none
Thank you, Erin, always tellin' me that I could be someone
If you've been depressed, join me and we'll move on
Use the birth for all it's worth
Hello, John
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace of mind
I wanna find peace of mind
It's been great
Catchin' up with you, you know?
Like, I hope we can do this again
Because if there was
I think he probably would've stopped the bully cutting off my bike lock
Back in, like, the fifth grade
Or maybe stop a sweatshop where all this Apple shit's made
Maybe take a break from social media
Maybe we can read encyclopedias
To understand each other's perspective, 'cause I believe in God
But, I know it's really odd that everybody seems to be suffering, yeah
I just fantasize about some answers
Then, I pray for no more calls from mom
Tellin' me another family member's dyin' from cancer
You can keep that
But a joint will keep it together, it's like a kneecap
I remember, high school, I auditioned for the play
Then, there was a kid at my lunch table
I won't name names, but you'll know in the end
Then, he called me a faggot
I really thought we were friends, weren't we?
Brain chemistry, a little thrown off
So, I tried the Prozac
Two-faced, like the kids who used to always tell me that my shit was so wack
Now they tryna talk and conversate, like
Like, maybe, "Hey man, how's it been?"
Um, shit has been decent, and then I made some new friends
Shouts out to the 102 BOYZ for always keepin' it real
Weight keeps on droppin', the doctor said stop skippin' meals
Wavehouse would've never got me a deal, okay
Tweakin' 'bout the music shit, me and Ben would take turns
Never knew a genius 'til I conversate with Claire Ernst
Financial Aid is tryna fuck with my family
You fuckin' suits have never even met my mom or my dad
Then there was this kid, I think he used me for a feature
To skip runnin' the mile, I used to hide behind the bleachers
Listeners DM me sayin', "I don't know what to do with life"
I don't reply because I don't know either, I'm out
Childhood is fadin' away, like some elderly glitter
That's why I cried so much when I heard about the death of Mac Miller
I got a painting from my ex-girlfriend on my birthday
Workin' at the pool, but I'm the one who leave the first day
If you're wonderin', I never got my bike lock
Durin' the apocalypse, it's "Wavy Dave," we'll tie the knot
So I had to walk home, but it's really fine with me
'Cause I picked the route with all the prettiest trees, okay
I apologize for being so selfish, on occasion that it's me
Without my drama teacher, I don't know where I'd fucking be
Because it is the human way to feel invalid and lonely
I've been a shitty friend I'm sorry, Liz, and I'm sorry, Joey
Social paranoia, punishment worthy of none
Thank you, Erin, always tellin' me that I could be someone
If you've been depressed, join me and we'll move on
Use the birth for all it's worth
Hello, John
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace
I just wanna find peace of mind
I wanna find peace of mind
It's been great
Catchin' up with you, you know?
Like, I hope we can do this again
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Writer(s): John Conradi
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