I Don't Think I'll Ever Get Around to It

When I look at the sky I see nothing
Can't keep my head off the ground
And I cannot contain the dread that's coming
When everyone else is around
And I can barely make a sound

Keep it cool, you're with your friends
But you can't hold a conversation with them
You put your hands into your head
But it's never going to end
When you like playing pretend

I think this is the end of it
Better late than never
Are you ready for, are you ready for
The end of the world
We're vagabonds and we're sick of it
And we're getting through the thick of it
I don't think I'll get around to it
I don't think I'll get around to it

Say nothing, do nothing, bitch about it later
They say "that's what tomorrow's for,"
But if you're taking what you're hating you might as well embrace it
Or let it break your heart
Tomorrow's just the start

I've been choking down those butterfly wings for so long
I'm getting sick of the taste
But you can always turn me around
With that shiteating grin on your face
And I know this isn't a waste

I think this is the end of it
Better late than never
Are you ready for, are you ready for
The end of the world
We're vagabonds and we're sick of it
And we're getting through the thick of it
I don't think I'll get around to it
I don't think I'll get around to it