DUNCE.
The severity of my state is measured in my inconveniences to others
But those motherfuckers don't even CONSIDER how inconvenient it is to be me
Sip on that shit for a couple of minutes
I'm sorry Beth, am I too much for you
I'm living cart to cart and my ambition's heavy lead
My parents haven't heard from me, they probably think I'm dead
I fear I've been reduced to lipstick marks on charred-up glass
I think I'll rule the world one day but I can't pick up my trash, no
But I don't care about a thing you say (Na na na)
Because I've been living my life like this everyday
So tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
Why won't you tell me it gets better, because I know it's just not true (Listen up)
Call the doctor, let me die deluxe And up the medication because it's never enough
That urban sociopathy is getting to my head
I can't solve my own problems, so I'll buy another Benz
Guess Adderall and Red Bull's set to be my rise and fall
I go to work, get high and sleep, let's hit the fucking mall
There's old vomit on a shirt that's balled up on my bedroom floor
Maybe if I go back to church and tell myself there's more
I'll convince myself I'm not that bad and clean my goddamn room
I'm told that my neuroticism's tethered to my doom, oh
But I don't care about a thing you say (Na na na)
Because I've been living my life like this every single goddamn day
Please tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
Why won't you tell me it gets better, because I don't know what to do (Listen up, you sick fucks)
Call the doctor, let me die deluxe
I'll take another dose because it's never enough
let's change the the pace of the conversation
Because I'm not getting through to you, dear
You say I just lack the motivation
I'm praying to god that that's true, dear
I think I try my best
But best just isn't fit
If one more deadline passes by
I think I might just lose my shit
But I know that, I know that
you don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care
So tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
WHY WON'T YOU
But those motherfuckers don't even CONSIDER how inconvenient it is to be me
Sip on that shit for a couple of minutes
I'm sorry Beth, am I too much for you
I'm living cart to cart and my ambition's heavy lead
My parents haven't heard from me, they probably think I'm dead
I fear I've been reduced to lipstick marks on charred-up glass
I think I'll rule the world one day but I can't pick up my trash, no
But I don't care about a thing you say (Na na na)
Because I've been living my life like this everyday
So tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
Why won't you tell me it gets better, because I know it's just not true (Listen up)
Call the doctor, let me die deluxe And up the medication because it's never enough
That urban sociopathy is getting to my head
I can't solve my own problems, so I'll buy another Benz
Guess Adderall and Red Bull's set to be my rise and fall
I go to work, get high and sleep, let's hit the fucking mall
There's old vomit on a shirt that's balled up on my bedroom floor
Maybe if I go back to church and tell myself there's more
I'll convince myself I'm not that bad and clean my goddamn room
I'm told that my neuroticism's tethered to my doom, oh
But I don't care about a thing you say (Na na na)
Because I've been living my life like this every single goddamn day
Please tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
Why won't you tell me it gets better, because I don't know what to do (Listen up, you sick fucks)
Call the doctor, let me die deluxe
I'll take another dose because it's never enough
let's change the the pace of the conversation
Because I'm not getting through to you, dear
You say I just lack the motivation
I'm praying to god that that's true, dear
I think I try my best
But best just isn't fit
If one more deadline passes by
I think I might just lose my shit
But I know that, I know that
you don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care at all
I know that, I know that
You don't care
So tell me this gets better, because I'm having doubts it's true
Sometimes I swear I'll have a heart attack before I'm 22
WHY WON'T YOU
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Writer(s): Grant Sturm
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